The Star Dragon Sword’s gaze never once left Frey as they warily glanced around the room. He had to admit interest in exactly which rune this one possessed, and as they leant forward, he dropped his attention down to the offered hand. The symbol that appeared on the back of their hand was far too familiar, and it was all he needed to confirm his suspicions.
“Obviously you are of Falenian royal blood if you are bearing that rune.” The sword pointed out, but spoke nothing about the death of Frey’s companion. It was simply the will of the runes and something he wouldn’t interfere in when it came to those who were the bearers. His attention was stolen away, however, by one who was far too familiar to him.
He sat there quietly with an irritated scowl on his face as Sierra pushed herself into their conversation. It appeared that their numbers were growing, but what that meant yet he didn’t know. Watching as she all but fawned over the Dawn Rune bearer, the Star Dragon Sword growled lowly in the back of his throat until she eventually settled down beside Frey.
“Always as absentminded to your surroundings as per usual Sierra,” The sword snapped in irritation.
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“Obviously you are of Falenian royal blood if you are bearing that rune.” The sword pointed out, but spoke nothing about the death of Frey’s companion. It was simply the will of the runes and something he wouldn’t interfere in when it came to those who were the bearers. His attention was stolen away, however, by one who was far too familiar to him.
He sat there quietly with an irritated scowl on his face as Sierra pushed herself into their conversation. It appeared that their numbers were growing, but what that meant yet he didn’t know. Watching as she all but fawned over the Dawn Rune bearer, the Star Dragon Sword growled lowly in the back of his throat until she eventually settled down beside Frey.
“Always as absentminded to your surroundings as per usual Sierra,” The sword snapped in irritation.