11.Jul.13, 05:55 PM
"Bullies?!" Quenym was outraged. "They did this much to you? I know I've been in a fair share, but not like that! What did they do, throw rocks at ya? I'm reply glad ya gave worse than ya got, though!" He stopped where he was an leaned in close to her to examine the bruising and stitches. A soft sigh escaped. "Well, ya gotta be tough to be a brat. Part of why we are so gonna get dragons the next clutch. They won't be able to ignore how amazing we are! Much better than those Northerners. Bet you'll even get a gold, to boot!"
He gave a nod and gently patted her shoulder, mindful of any other areas she might be hurt. "You did good, standing up to them. Next time, though, come to me after and I'll trounce them for ya real good! I might be younger than you, but I'm a lot tougher than I look!" He took her hand and started leading her through the woods again, confidently taking them straight forward.
Quenym kept his eyes peeled for anything that looked interesting. His eyes caught sight of some colorful feathers on the forest floor, bright yellows and blues. He pointed at them. "Think we could use those to make something? Think we could turn them into something a girl likes?" A glance at the person he was holding hands with, and Quenym felt his cheeks turn a light red. "I mean, something that Flora likes, cause you're a girl too, so maybe if we turned them into something you'd like then maybe Flora would like it too?" His verbal acrobatics to try and explain what he meant were a mess, but...
But Quenym was actually worried about what Casa thought of what he said. He didn't want to make her mad. He actually... Rather liked the girl. And wanted her to be his friend.
He gave a nod and gently patted her shoulder, mindful of any other areas she might be hurt. "You did good, standing up to them. Next time, though, come to me after and I'll trounce them for ya real good! I might be younger than you, but I'm a lot tougher than I look!" He took her hand and started leading her through the woods again, confidently taking them straight forward.
Quenym kept his eyes peeled for anything that looked interesting. His eyes caught sight of some colorful feathers on the forest floor, bright yellows and blues. He pointed at them. "Think we could use those to make something? Think we could turn them into something a girl likes?" A glance at the person he was holding hands with, and Quenym felt his cheeks turn a light red. "I mean, something that Flora likes, cause you're a girl too, so maybe if we turned them into something you'd like then maybe Flora would like it too?" His verbal acrobatics to try and explain what he meant were a mess, but...
But Quenym was actually worried about what Casa thought of what he said. He didn't want to make her mad. He actually... Rather liked the girl. And wanted her to be his friend.