MacabreMoth
Musoka
OtakuforrealZyloria Reise
The half elf rotated the egg in her hand, looking between the two small dragons, each perhaps the size of a housecat, and the humans watching her quietly. She couldn't hear the dragon hatchlings speaking, though she assumed they were unhappy with her touching the egg. It was heavy in her arms, though as another boy walked into the room she had been putting it into a cradle of cloth against her right hip, opposite her own short sword. The male lifted a hand, old sword in hand as she watched him. His grip wasn't confident, and his voice shook ever so slightly. He was pale, as if he had seen a ghost before his arrival.
The corner of her mouth turned up, a small grin taking shape on her usually calm and distant face. "Do you know how to use that Alphonse?" She asked him, adjusting the cradle over her shoulder, tightening the knot so that the egg wouldn't fall. She didn't want it breaking after all. "Could you kill someone with it?" It was a rather forward question, but one that they would all need to answer eventually. With the journey they had intended to make, they would need to be stronger than they were now. They were village boys, untrained and barely more educated than the average townsperson. Though, that just might be because of her father.
Zyloria stepped toward the male, moving until his swordtip was pressed lightly against her chest. "Apply pressure right here-" She adjusted it's placement, setting it against her leather tunic, to the left of her sternum. "-and you stand a chance of killing someone." Her gaze never left his eyes as she lowered her left hand to the hilt of her own weapon. "Besides. I rather like the look of this one."
The half elf, knew that danger was approaching, her could smell the fire in the air, the smoke on their clothes. Something had happened back in the town, something that they couldn't let them get away from. A step back, a sigh and an almost motherly caress to the egg - that which she felt a soft vibrate in response - and she moved her hand from the hilt of her blade. "From the looks of it, we don't have a lot of time. So I'll explain on the way." Zyloria took a deep breath, steadying her already swiftly beating heart. No doubt the dragons could smell the nervousness on her. "Local storyteller that taught you guys about the world? Yeah, he's my dad. If you guys are going to get out of here in time, you will need help. Help that Father and I are more than willing to provide. He'll teach us to fight, to care for our dragons and where not to go. There's horses at the farm, some jarred vegetables from last season." Her left hand clenched, fingers digging into the palm of her hand to stop her own shaking. "I hate Galbatorix just as much as you do. I'll be dammed if I don't do what I can to get rid of him."
By the time she was finished speaking, she was looking at the floor, one hand on the egg for confidence, the other beginning to bleed from how tightly she had clenched her fist, trying her best not to shake. These were the reasons she hated human. She didn't understand how an eternal beauty, a woman immortal and nearly a goddess, could have stood human culture enough to fall in love with her own father. She would never say that they shouldn't have met. She just wished that there was a way that humans could learn to be better. But these were children, common village children who didn't know anything about the world. Human children who shouldn't ever want to kill someone. Perhaps, when they have time, she may speak with them of her forwardness. But now was a time for escape and survival.