by Feint » 11/22/2009 3:26 AM
Nua peered at the hollowheart through the corner of his eye and thought the child needed a beating. He felt something more severe would be--he immediately muttered a prayer of repent with his eyes closed. His god didn't favor any excessive violence, unless it had some religious reason behind it. He needed to keep his mind clear until the dragon spoke against the god. That would be the excuse he needed to--Nua muttered a prayer of repent again. Lightly shaking his head, he bowed politely to Chaos and thanked him for his compliment, his hollow voice tinted with pride. His name, he felt, was an honorable one. The meaning "Noble Stone Protector" was certainly impressive, if nothing else. He nonchalantly shifted his posture and gave his back to the hollowheart, both to keep Chaos centered in his gaze and keep his mind off the insulting Feu, who would've been feeling very sore by now had he been one of Nua's underlings. He sat stiffly with his back strait and his head high, like some kind of war general, but this posture was everyday for him, as was his over-polite demeanor. It was because of his over-politeness that he didn't up and ditch the group now, as he very much wanted to. He had places to be, a certain marked-for-dead person to meet, and an irksome hollowheart to distance himself from, but it would be rude to simply go. He bobbed his head at Chaos. "You have a fine pelt for a mekkayena," he noted, merely politely. "How is it you came to be born with such unique colors?" Nua didn't really care, but it was something to discuss. Silence was another thing he was taught not to have in a conversation.
((ooc -- don't take it personally--Nua's a one-sighted warlord. Bloodshed's often on his mind.))
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