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Gimli · 04-28-2020, 11:28 PM

"Thank you for coming." He fought the urge to snort and roll his eyes. Despite his dislike for his sire after everything, he was still a respectful lad for the most part. "I merely wanted to talk with you, Gimli. That is all." His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, not noticeably so but enough that he knew he was already feeling suspicious. Did he have any reason to be? Perhaps. Perhaps not. He had never had a conversation with his sire before, nor with anyone really, save for Deathbelle on one or two occasions but they hadn't been very fruitful. Hannibal had started by apologizing to him, making it clear he knew words wouldn't mend what had been broken. Still, Gimli did not reply. He observed in silence. Listened without a word of his own. He wasn't so sure that he was ready to speak to his sire. But whether he was ready or not didn't matter right now. He wasn't showing aggression or anything that seemed offensive. He was relaxed despite the hesitation and tension he felt.

"You are a yearling now and it is time to start thinking of your future in Ashen. I'd like to know what your ambitions are." Well...he didn't really expect that. Ears leaned forward a bit to catch the words, making sure he was hearing that right. He didn't really have to think about what he wanted though...he knew in his heart and soul what he wanted to be. What he desired. Especially after Recluse decided to make him a prime target for her aggression. "Ah want te be a warrior. Ah've proven that's I can fight and defend meself against attackers. Ah've beaten Recluse after she's attacked me fer no reason that I know of. The only good she's done me is show me tha' mah heart and soul lie on the warriors path." He watched Hannibal with steadiness, wondering if he'd accept that, or try to force him to choose a different path...

"Speak"

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