Just Nevarrans saying: "ugh"
Me: I love them.
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Just Nevarrans saying: "ugh"
Me: I love them.
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Etienne began, and his first step alone silenced many onlookers. He moved in with precision and grace, his shield and sword still high. His strikes seemed a bit too light, however, even to my novice eyes. Ragnar defended against them easily, quickly though they both moved. I couldn't see his face, but Ragnar's aura suggested he was irritated. Etienne, on the other hand, radiated satisfaction.
Was the chevalier deliberately going easy on him in order to insult him?
Thank the Maker for beautiful nevarrans and their gorgeous eyes, cheekbones, noses, chin... And their little surprise expressions when you flirt with them. My crops are watered thanks to them.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
New chapter posted!
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“I know how chevaliers fight,” he remarked off-handedly and motioned for me to follow him. When I didn't immediately do so and instead shot him a questioning look, he paused and elaborated. “You asked me when we were in the coach, but I never answered. I know how they fight. I've witnessed them...” It seemed as if he was going to say more, but then thought better of it. I took the lead and he fell in step behind me as we continued our stroll. Hopefully he wouldn't try to change the conversation back to me.
“You think you can beat him?” I asked as we came upon a large rose bush on our left. “They're the finest warriors in all of Thedas, and you're not permitted magical or spirit aid.” It wasn't an attempt to discourage him, but I didn't want him to get overconfident.
He shrugged. “I don't rely on that for mere sparring matches.” There was a slight pause before he continued. “So, when can I expect Monsieur Chevalier to pull a poisoned dagger on me or have someone shoot me on his behalf?”
“If he's true to the chevalier code, he won't,” I argued. “Even though it's not an actual duel.”
He looked genuinely surprised. “But he will employ tactics, no?”
“Definitely.”
stupid Nevarrans with their stupid faces and stupid accents and ugh