Lost in translation
Bas
12-04-2024, 08:33 PM
Wilder watches the Warlord carefully. He didn't know the male incredibly well, but respected him nonetheless. There was a clear reason why he was in charge of the Armada. Basilisk had taken him in during his worst moment in life and he would repay the Warlord back ten fold. At least he could be righteous about that.
His brows raise, a thoughtful hum in his throat. "Yeah, I'll join," he nods, confirming that being included in the meeting would be a good idea. His own paranoia of the sickness spreading had forced him to scout, to look, to travel. Being back in the Armada made him nervous at times when he could be doing something to actually help out there. Something, something, about being a sitting duck.
He opened his mouth to also confirm he'd debrief Oleander in the meantime, but it cut short as Basilisk informs him that he was due for a promotion after his contribution during the Blight. Speechless and wide-eyed, Wider stared at the Warlord. A promotion? Already for him? It takes him a moment, but he blinks a few times and swallows loudly.
"Well, I appreciate it sir," he says, wanting to smile, but it brings him back around to why he was also calling for the Warlord's attention. Clearing his throat, he took a step closer, meeting Basilisk's gaze. "Erm, there's somethin' else I wanted to talk to ya 'bout while ya got a minute," Wilder starts, feeling awkward, but there was no turning back now.
His brows raise, a thoughtful hum in his throat. "Yeah, I'll join," he nods, confirming that being included in the meeting would be a good idea. His own paranoia of the sickness spreading had forced him to scout, to look, to travel. Being back in the Armada made him nervous at times when he could be doing something to actually help out there. Something, something, about being a sitting duck.
He opened his mouth to also confirm he'd debrief Oleander in the meantime, but it cut short as Basilisk informs him that he was due for a promotion after his contribution during the Blight. Speechless and wide-eyed, Wider stared at the Warlord. A promotion? Already for him? It takes him a moment, but he blinks a few times and swallows loudly.
"Well, I appreciate it sir," he says, wanting to smile, but it brings him back around to why he was also calling for the Warlord's attention. Clearing his throat, he took a step closer, meeting Basilisk's gaze. "Erm, there's somethin' else I wanted to talk to ya 'bout while ya got a minute," Wilder starts, feeling awkward, but there was no turning back now.
