Don't Forget the White Sails

As Rhazien approached, his gaze was taking her in, inch by beautiful inch. A girl full of youth, notably conditioned and likely a trained specimen. Her movement is lithe and graceful, her pelt adorned in creamy colors, accented in a rosy hue that was appealing to the eye. Icy, blue eyes were set into an angular, feminine face. A beauty indeed. “Mmm,” He hums, agreeing with her statement. “The Wall itself isn’t appealing.” He begins, his lips curling into an inquisitive smirk. “But its meaning - a symbol of strength against the test of time - is interesting.” An ear flicks on top of his head. “This monument separates the North from the rest of the world…” He’s scanning her face for any subtle changes in her expression. “… and you may find the North is far more exciting than this dull tundra." He falls silent then, wanting to spark curiosity in the girl.

"Speech"