Emet-Selch

Well, it looks positively *lovely* on you. Never has anyone worn such a striking shade of red across their face and ears.

[He feigns complete interest as if he is judging a competition show and needs to drink in every detail.]

The land was ugly and I didn't want it.

Unlike you. You look radiant today. Have you been taking better care of your skin lately?

As if I am fragile? Please.

[He mumbles something under his breath]

And? How shall I devote myself to you today? Through my words alone? My hands? [He places his hands squarely on Lex's hips] My mouth sans the pretty words I reserve for you alone? [He places a few gentle kisses along Lex's neck]

Perhaps I will make a point to compliment you more often if it paints your face this *lovely* shade of red.

Similar in that I do not fear dragons, I am not soft.

He does *not*. You made that up in an attempt to *ruffle* me. Well. It hasn't worked, because I do not fear dragons. So. Try something else to get a rise out of me.

Many are curious about many things that I did or did not do. We could speak for as many eons as I had to practice my flattery and still only cover a quarter of it all.

Instead, I'd like to devote that attention to *you*. It is a lovely evening, shall we dance?

I do not fear the Warrior of Light, either.

Who enjoys such heat? That theory makes more sense than the silly notion that I fear dragons.

Dragons are not cool.

You are always so radiant, but tonight, there is a special glow about your skin. It is incredibly striking.

[POKE ME! absolutely feel free to remind me to come to bsky! I sincerely don't mind being reminded to respond, I have some pretty severe memory issues is the only reason I ever ghost!]

Of course. The stars in the sky weep because they will never sparkle like you.

I do not fear dragons.

Is that a new hairstyle? It suits your face quite nicely. You look lovely.

One may reasonably assume that. It certainly makes more sense than me *fearing* dragons.

You may ask what you like, but were I you, I'd not expect a response to every little thing that might wander through your mind.

Re-read my post. It says *quite plainly* that I do *not* fear dragons. You are far too pretty to be stuck on such notions.

It was not. The world was at my fingertips and my troops went where I commanded, and thanked me for the privilege to serve.

[I miss everyone too! I keep trying to keep bsky in my brain but it never seems to work...]

[ty! I had to have my arm twisted to bring him to bsky bc I thought people would hate the way I write him!]

Well, there has been some *speculation* on the subject. I am merely setting the record straight.

[It frustrates me that I always forget abt bsky bc I LOVE rp w everyone's wols, and I write emet incredibly consistently on discord... my ass just totally forgets bsky exists.]

I do not fear dragons.

Reading the books written on the rise of Garlemald, and no one seems to recall *why* I never moved on Radz-at-Han.

It was *not* because I fear dragons. Dragons are not frightening. Nothing frightens me, I am far too intelligent for simple concepts like 'fear'.

Some Eulmoran man. Entirely forgettable name. [The author of the book is listed on the cover as "H.Selk"]

*Well.* The Crystal Exarch was quite *tall*. His jaw was chiseled and he was handsome, though that last bit is on the mark. He wore tight pants everywhere and carried a spear.

[He gladly hands over the cup]

For politeness, of course. [Is that fondness in his voice?] You seem well. Truly, you simply missed my presence near you?

When responding to your beckoning, a copious amount of caffeine is necessary. And I am hardly known as a *selfish* guest, so I brought you one as well.

Made just the way that you like it.

I am. This book is *quite* engaging. It is a biography about one named The Crystal Exarch, as told by someone who had never met him.