Caerllion smiled when he saw the excitement in Azar’s eyes. ”I know how you like it. When I saw it in the bookstore, I immediately knew that it would be a good gift.” it was satisfying to know that the Pureblood had appreciated it. Besides, the book would help him learn how to speak the Annfyn language. He knew that it would took a good amount of time, but he couldn’t wait to hear Arcanos speaking the native language of Annwfyn.
Now that he was talking with Azar, Caerllion was feeling more at ease. His emotions were under control and he didn’t even remember wanting to leave the party. The Annfyn even grabbed a glass of wine from a servant that passed by them. He sipped some of the drink, while watching the Pureblood look at Ayomi, still pathetically lying on the floor.
Only now he remembered that the Tiefling existed.
“Sorry for that, I couldn’t let them go without a punishment after they had offended me.” he thought that by now Ayomi would have got up from the floor. He didn’t hurt them that much with his psychic attack and breaking their heart would have made Tiefling want to run away rather than staying where everyone could see their suffering.
It was a bit pathetical.
While Azar told him about the next dramatic spectacle that was going to unfold, Caerllion followed with his eyes the one that would start it. Trodai must have trash in the place of his brain. He had provoked Ayomi, who already hated him, and turned his back at them. “Sometimes I wonder how he survived until now. He can really make some terrible decisions.” he said, touching his glass with Azar’s goblet.
He watched Ayomi attack a distracted Trodai with lightning while Vossari, one of Azar’s partners, used water to increase the damage of the electric bolt. Two against one didn’t seem fair to most people, but they were Sith. However, Caerllion didn’t care for what would happen with the large man. His ex-apprentice deserved what was happening with him due to his stupidity and hubris.
Seeing Azar lick the chocolate out of the strawberry and the wink made Caerllion stop his glass halfway toward his mouth, his cheeks a bit pink. Then he turned to look at the ongoing fight, catching a glimpse of Ayomi. “I would never.” he said, before sipping his wine. “They aren’t you.” he whispered at the Pureblood, but his attention turned back at the fight.
Ah, this was really a typical Sith social party.
He missed it.
@Sreeya
Now that he was talking with Azar, Caerllion was feeling more at ease. His emotions were under control and he didn’t even remember wanting to leave the party. The Annfyn even grabbed a glass of wine from a servant that passed by them. He sipped some of the drink, while watching the Pureblood look at Ayomi, still pathetically lying on the floor.
Only now he remembered that the Tiefling existed.
“Sorry for that, I couldn’t let them go without a punishment after they had offended me.” he thought that by now Ayomi would have got up from the floor. He didn’t hurt them that much with his psychic attack and breaking their heart would have made Tiefling want to run away rather than staying where everyone could see their suffering.
It was a bit pathetical.
While Azar told him about the next dramatic spectacle that was going to unfold, Caerllion followed with his eyes the one that would start it. Trodai must have trash in the place of his brain. He had provoked Ayomi, who already hated him, and turned his back at them. “Sometimes I wonder how he survived until now. He can really make some terrible decisions.” he said, touching his glass with Azar’s goblet.
He watched Ayomi attack a distracted Trodai with lightning while Vossari, one of Azar’s partners, used water to increase the damage of the electric bolt. Two against one didn’t seem fair to most people, but they were Sith. However, Caerllion didn’t care for what would happen with the large man. His ex-apprentice deserved what was happening with him due to his stupidity and hubris.
Seeing Azar lick the chocolate out of the strawberry and the wink made Caerllion stop his glass halfway toward his mouth, his cheeks a bit pink. Then he turned to look at the ongoing fight, catching a glimpse of Ayomi. “I would never.” he said, before sipping his wine. “They aren’t you.” he whispered at the Pureblood, but his attention turned back at the fight.
Ah, this was really a typical Sith social party.
He missed it.
@Sreeya