The sigh of apparent disappointment set something alive in Captain Blythe Briarcliff: the last thing she ever wanted to do was surrender to the quagmire of being boring. ( Once people were bored, it was an arduous task to drag oneself back out, much like fighting for the survival of a ship that was taking on water. )
After a moment to take in a breath, she turned her page, in thought. After all, she was trying this whole ‘peaceability’ thing mostly for Isira’s sake, for the impact that could be made if only they could change things.
“Well, at the given moment, it is not so simple, is it?” While the wound had been healing well — surprisingly so, the doctor had noted — she remained somewhat wary of it and how it would restrict her range of options. “When I go looking for a fight, I like to know that I can win them.”
Giuliano could get bored rather easily. It was why he had chosen the life of a knight, one full of excitement. Well, maybe not full, but certainly not lacking in it. He didn’t like to easily fall into a routine, though in some areas of his life, he welcomed it.
He leaned forward in his chair, arms resting on his knees, hands folded beneath his chin. He had seen the captain’s sacrifice for the princess of Elesea - someone who very much disliked him - and he was intelligent enough to understand the meaning behind it.
Thoughts were turning through his head as he tried to decide how to respond, his signature smirk never leaving his face. “A sensible idea. Perhaps you should teach it to that princess... Zira or whatever her name is.” Of course, Giuliano knew what her name was perfectly well. “She seems to pick fights left and right, regardless of what the outcome may be.”
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