[It is so odd, so very, very odd, and perhaps a weaker man more susceptible to the sway of emotions might have a larger reaction to it, but Barnabas is no such man. Instead, he simply keeps his gaze leveled at the young prince, unblinking in his observation.
However, Bahamut chooses peace, and Odin sees little reason to choose war despite his usual inclinations.
As such, he turns his attention back to the birds, one had taken the greens from his hand, though it regards Dion with similar suspicion as the colorful male does. Who of which lets out another annoyed sound. Feathers puffed in some sort of display, wings open as if to frighten the new man offโbut then Barnabas reaches into the bag at his side and retrieves more gyshal, offering it to the testy male.
The bird debates for a moment, but then acquiesces to the offering.]
Imagined me elsewhere? Perhaps staining a battlefield with red, than feeding chocobos with greens?
[His voice is calm and measured as it always is. Whisper-like, yet clear and audible all the same. There's a hollowness to it, no anger or emotion clinging to the words, just utter neutrality.]
no subject
However, Bahamut chooses peace, and Odin sees little reason to choose war despite his usual inclinations.
As such, he turns his attention back to the birds, one had taken the greens from his hand, though it regards Dion with similar suspicion as the colorful male does. Who of which lets out another annoyed sound. Feathers puffed in some sort of display, wings open as if to frighten the new man offโbut then Barnabas reaches into the bag at his side and retrieves more gyshal, offering it to the testy male.
The bird debates for a moment, but then acquiesces to the offering.]
Imagined me elsewhere? Perhaps staining a battlefield with red, than feeding chocobos with greens?
[His voice is calm and measured as it always is. Whisper-like, yet clear and audible all the same. There's a hollowness to it, no anger or emotion clinging to the words, just utter neutrality.]
This is not Valisthea.