Skellig can play aloof and distant if he has to; it isn't something that he has a ton of familiarity with, and he would much rather play the part of the 'wealthy beyond your wildest means and incredibly generous rich guy' compared to this type of nobility - at least the personas of the two who are practically leering at Kreyu.
Even with his wings hidden by the amulet, they still flare against his back, and he is careful to keep his attention focused on all of the hunters, their horses, and their hounds. Horses do not typically care for Skellig, as he is unsettling, but these ones are well-kept and trained in the art of being handled in even the most stressful situations, so their reactions are minimal.
"They are well-trained creatures," he offers as a compliment. Clearly, this man is used to those, based on his stature. But Skellig specifically does not offer any honorifics, as he feels it would be worse if he misspoke. "What is it that you hunt on this day?"
With his careful eyes (his glances are too quick to notice to the human eye) he is counting the numbers of spears and bows within the party, the number of arrows within the quivers that he can see, small blades upon the belts of some of the men, the number of dogs. While crafting in his head a plan, should he need one...
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Date: 2024-06-22 11:42 pm (UTC)Even with his wings hidden by the amulet, they still flare against his back, and he is careful to keep his attention focused on all of the hunters, their horses, and their hounds. Horses do not typically care for Skellig, as he is unsettling, but these ones are well-kept and trained in the art of being handled in even the most stressful situations, so their reactions are minimal.
"They are well-trained creatures," he offers as a compliment. Clearly, this man is used to those, based on his stature. But Skellig specifically does not offer any honorifics, as he feels it would be worse if he misspoke. "What is it that you hunt on this day?"
With his careful eyes (his glances are too quick to notice to the human eye) he is counting the numbers of spears and bows within the party, the number of arrows within the quivers that he can see, small blades upon the belts of some of the men, the number of dogs. While crafting in his head a plan, should he need one...