Lord Icarius. The two words sent a bug crawling under Iggy’s skin as his happy, curious expression buckled, a slight wince making him blink and snap his head over his shoulder in annoyance. The man standing there certainly looked Imperial, his facial hair practically curated by some Minrathous salonist, his clothing high-end if not somewhat last-year, his entire demeanour screaming of fine company.
And Iggy had not just come however many hundreds of miles for more “fine company”.
Squinting at the man, Iggy would hazard a polite smile, practiced and fake. ”Well met, Lord Frey. But please, ‘Iggy’ would be more than fine.” Jaya rising would draw his eyes off the other man’s face, and his expression would buckle again; his eyes would lock on Argos, the creature a marvel, and the wonder he’d possessed prior to Quin’s arrival would surge back, albeit much more guarded. Standing as well, he’d stand just beside Jaya and crane his neck to inspect the miniature griffin, maintaining a respectful distance, keeping his hands to himself on his own knees.
”Maker’s grace, it’s true…” Looking to Jaya in elation, he’d look back up to Quin. ”We are the only two, yes. If you and Argos are prepared, we are ready to go.” The griffon’s name rolled off his tongue with glee, as if the taste of the words was some new, exciting delicacy. A classical name for a classical beast; a vote in the other man’s favor, and one that reminded Iggy to relax his shoulders and study the griffon’s back haunches. Tevinter was a world away and fathoms below. And all three of them had abandoned lives more familiar for this.
What was a name compared to history perched on an inn floor, chittering through its beak softly in confusion as Iggy stood again and adjusted his sleeves?
”Forgive us our bewilderment, but I do imagine it’s something you’ve experienced recently. How old is Argos? How many hatchlings are there, that you’re taking them out and about on errands such as this?” Socialization for any symbiotic beast was key, Iggy could imagine, but it mustn’t be the case that Argos was one of only a few adolescents. In a hostile world, the return of the griffons could be stopped by any manner of obstacles; disease, weather, even man’s own frightful mind.
@Quintilian Frey
@Jaya Zeudi
And Iggy had not just come however many hundreds of miles for more “fine company”.
Squinting at the man, Iggy would hazard a polite smile, practiced and fake. ”Well met, Lord Frey. But please, ‘Iggy’ would be more than fine.” Jaya rising would draw his eyes off the other man’s face, and his expression would buckle again; his eyes would lock on Argos, the creature a marvel, and the wonder he’d possessed prior to Quin’s arrival would surge back, albeit much more guarded. Standing as well, he’d stand just beside Jaya and crane his neck to inspect the miniature griffin, maintaining a respectful distance, keeping his hands to himself on his own knees.
”Maker’s grace, it’s true…” Looking to Jaya in elation, he’d look back up to Quin. ”We are the only two, yes. If you and Argos are prepared, we are ready to go.” The griffon’s name rolled off his tongue with glee, as if the taste of the words was some new, exciting delicacy. A classical name for a classical beast; a vote in the other man’s favor, and one that reminded Iggy to relax his shoulders and study the griffon’s back haunches. Tevinter was a world away and fathoms below. And all three of them had abandoned lives more familiar for this.
What was a name compared to history perched on an inn floor, chittering through its beak softly in confusion as Iggy stood again and adjusted his sleeves?
”Forgive us our bewilderment, but I do imagine it’s something you’ve experienced recently. How old is Argos? How many hatchlings are there, that you’re taking them out and about on errands such as this?” Socialization for any symbiotic beast was key, Iggy could imagine, but it mustn’t be the case that Argos was one of only a few adolescents. In a hostile world, the return of the griffons could be stopped by any manner of obstacles; disease, weather, even man’s own frightful mind.
@Quintilian Frey
@Jaya Zeudi
02-22-2025, 08:53 PM
