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Leovold tried to let the moment pass, but something in his chest lingered, at least for a short time. "That is...not something easily come by for House Solherre. It would be of great help, yes," he agreed. Now it was his turn to follow her. "The future will be us," he parroted, the words...

A set of oaken doors awaited the pair at the end of the hallway, and for a time they lingered outside of it. Eira's question gave him pause. Details were not often Leovold's strongest suit. "That is...difficult to say. I mean to show to all of Thanasis his incompetence, his wanton ignorance...

A soft chuckle escaped him. "As you wish," he answered, walking onwards down the hall. "It's a ways down, but we can access it from this story." He pondered the thought of what sort of hybrid Tyafaine and Iralux might produce. Such a union really hadn't been heard of in any of his experience...

Time seemed to slow as roaring flame engulfed Leovold and Iralux both. Was this it? The end of Leo's road, his life cut short in this melee? He could only wince and brace for the pain that would soon consume him, and hope for a quick death as he and his dragon impacted the ground. No savior was...

"So we shall," Leovold replied, taking Eira's arm in his own and beginning to lead her back out of the chamber of the Dawnstone. He cast her a curious glance at her question, but she quickly clarified, and Leovold chuckled. "I cannot say that our library is any more or less pretty than those...

Eira's laugh caught Leovold off guard, but he melted into laughter of his own after only a moment. The solar rune on his forehead and his irises flared a moment as he made his next jest. "We Solherres have never been ones for discretion, I fear. Sun dragon magic doesn't much allow for things...

For a moment it seemed that Eira wanted to refuse the stone, and Leovold was prepared to insist. However, that reluctance gave way to acceptance after only a few moments. This much earned another smile from Leovold. With a nod, he rounded her side and took each end of the chain in his fingers...

Something resembling a thoughtful grin stretched its way across Leovold's lips as he followed Eira closer to the stone. "My father still believes it to be little more than a sparkling rock, but I know better. It is a bringer of beginnings. A spark that grants light and life where there is none,"...

A wistful puff of air escaped Leovold as he allowed himself a lighthearted smile. After a moment he pocketed the dagger and took Eira's offered hand, pulling her to his side as the two of them approached an ornate set of double doors, high in the central most portion of the Solherre estate. "I...

"I am quite the... kind to not speak so freely. Even amongst those I trust." That much was easy to understand at least. Leovold was often brazen in front of his father because he often bore few tangible consequences for doing so, but even then, Eira was the only one who knew that Leovold's...

The pair walked towards a long, curving flight of stairs and began to ascend. Eira's act was...convincing. The way she hung upon Leovold's side was something he'd watched his mother do before, seen couples in public that seemed to genuinely care for each other do. Yet he knew that it was just...

Success. Or something approaching it. The noble and dragon had collided with the Jarlax chief's abominable mount, even sundered it in two, yet still it reveled in its own affront to nature by refusing to die. Perhaps Leovold should have known better; Jarlax and their kin were nothing if not...

"No, not opposed at all," Leovold replied, standing from the table shortly after Eira did. He noted her boots as she rose, admiring the mixture of elegance and practicality she chose to don. "And of course, I wish to be of help to you, as well. It helps that I actually enjoy your presence, as...

Lady Annaliese nodded her encouragement to the idea, seemingly joyful to allow the young couple some alone time. "By all means, stay as long as you like. And thank you for coming dear, you've been wonderful," she chimed, before retreating to a reading room of her own. Leovold exhaled as though...

Eira's response was practiced and measured. The woman was as shrewd as ever, in a fashion that earned a proud smirk from Leovold. Yet, somehow, it felt hollow. Leovold had not wanted to marry. He had not wanted a partner, and he certainly had not needed this distraction in his life, this mate...