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[misvos]

❛ Keep taunting me and I might forget to pull my punches. ❜ ( from @sikagon )

From Sparring to Tension | ACCEPTING | @sikagon

The sun was hotter than normal and fighting more fierce than it would be and shorter tempers ensued because of it. The prince was not immune to it although the hotter rays did not affect him like it did most others, likely, because of the dragon blood that resided in him. “Can you not withstand a few taunts and teases?” Valarr goads, mocking rife in the words not held back either. Hands grip the wooden sword tight, surprisingly, wanting a challenge. “If a she-bear thinks she can best a dragon then you have my permission to try and not hold back." Eddara was stronger than Valarr and all could see it but that did not stop him from attempting to rise a challenge from the Mormont.

[misvos]

❝ pain is a gift from the gods. it means the bone is knitting, the flesh healing itself. be thankful. ❞ ( from @sikagon )

ASOIAF Starters | ACCEPTING | @sikagon

Part of the prince was glad that Eddara did not come and speak nice words like the others had done. The reputation of blunt honesty of a Northerner was hardly surprising but oddly reassuring if it meant there would be no pretence or exaggeration to bolster the prince. The words she spoke were true and solidified more in that fact knowing that it was the first real competition Valarr had faced and by the Gods blessing had survived with no serious injuries. “Do you think I am ungrateful about what happened, Eddara?” a challenging scorn dripping from the words that would normally be neutral. Pain from the healing injuries was unlike anything Valarr had to endure before and he thought, although it might be wrong, that he had not complained much about them. “I trust the maesters' word that my injuries are healing,” he quips back although it does not have the same strength as the she-bears words.