que sera, sera

*Kyarst* · 02-12-2015, 10:15 PM

He hadn't known he was being watched. Had he known he would have done things differently. But alas, he had been completely unaware. His frame, blackened further by it's current sodden state would emerge from the water, noting the presence of another who was oddly familiar. Had he learned to pay more attention to faces he might have recognized this man as someone he'd met before and even remembered his name, but as things were he couldn't recall anything other than his vague appearance. The man spoke to him, greeting him and then lapsing into lengthy verse, as any of the Armada lineage might. “It seems we might,” he would agree without a note of emotion. The man would offer his name, and ears would perk with interest. “The famous Valentine,” the purest of Armadas would voice. “What a pleasure.” Culture dictated that this was the time in which he should utter his own name, and so he would - with hips slowly drifting toward the earth. “Kyarst Armada,” he spoke with every ounce of pride that the name deserved. This was a man who knew the weight of his surname, who could appreciate the fine blood the youngest Armada possessed within his veins. This was a man worth bragging to.

“speak,”

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