[ Far better to have someone acknowledge their strengths and weaknesses. Ellana spares him a glance, noting some of his mental tone, but shrugging it off in the face of present circumstances. He wasn't swimming away shouting, "Apostate!" or calling for her head on a platter, which would have both been reassuring and jarring at once. The last few years have been a disconnect of lifetime expectations as she was exposed to more of the world outside of where her clan had roamed in her childhood, then later, in the Free Marches, following the Fifth Blight.
Strange as it is in turn for him to see her ears and not feel the expected dragon nature behind it, her glance only captures a hint of form. Pointed ears, smaller frame. No obvious facial markings. Is it too much to hope it's someone of her world? (Probably.) She acknowledges the idea and sets it aside. It doesn't matter in the short term. He's here, he's responding, and he might be willing to cooperate.
All that remains is to ask and see if he can be reasoned with one way or another. Attempting to play off sympathies he may or may not have is too chancy. Better to be direct, particularly as part of her mind registers the odd darkness that seems to be pooling around him, tugged on by water currents. She hadn't caught on to the odd shapes on his head being horns of a vastly different sort than those she knew, or that the concentrated darkness at his back was due to wings of a slightly familiar shape... on the completely wrong frame. ]
I can keep our big, toothy friend here contained for a while, but getting him back to Ursula on my own isn't likely. Any of those things you're better at in other areas the kind that can help deliver an eleven foot catch alive back where we started out from this morning?
[ It feels like a longshot, but turning to others and learning the extents of their capabilities and personalities when under duress is more familiar than she might like to admit. Besides, while she doesn't need a staff to work magic, it does help with maintaining focus. She grits her teeth, eyes returning to lock on the Stalker. She won't allow her focus to slip, though she can tell how draining this is, and she knows she can't hold the creature indefinitely. ]
are you screaming already goodness
Strange as it is in turn for him to see her ears and not feel the expected dragon nature behind it, her glance only captures a hint of form. Pointed ears, smaller frame. No obvious facial markings. Is it too much to hope it's someone of her world? (Probably.) She acknowledges the idea and sets it aside. It doesn't matter in the short term. He's here, he's responding, and he might be willing to cooperate.
All that remains is to ask and see if he can be reasoned with one way or another. Attempting to play off sympathies he may or may not have is too chancy. Better to be direct, particularly as part of her mind registers the odd darkness that seems to be pooling around him, tugged on by water currents. She hadn't caught on to the odd shapes on his head being horns of a vastly different sort than those she knew, or that the concentrated darkness at his back was due to wings of a slightly familiar shape... on the completely wrong frame. ]
I can keep our big, toothy friend here contained for a while, but getting him back to Ursula on my own isn't likely. Any of those things you're better at in other areas the kind that can help deliver an eleven foot catch alive back where we started out from this morning?
[ It feels like a longshot, but turning to others and learning the extents of their capabilities and personalities when under duress is more familiar than she might like to admit. Besides, while she doesn't need a staff to work magic, it does help with maintaining focus. She grits her teeth, eyes returning to lock on the Stalker. She won't allow her focus to slip, though she can tell how draining this is, and she knows she can't hold the creature indefinitely. ]