𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝.
A war commander feared by his allies much as his enemies. Eber Soldat is a man of age and experience who can swing his long sword and behead the most opposing warriors with...
Seeing she favors his company over others, even in the cold of outside, he looks forward at the fire, keeping quiet and uninterested in her presence, what he assumes has earned that favor. She opens her eyes, looking into the forest. "Tell me Soldier, do you think all women are whores?" Her manner turned away from him, like her body.
He stares at the fire. "What does it matter what I think, Girl?"
"...I am just curious."
Eber reflects on his life, its current state and its beginning. "I am the son of a whore, a woman whose child was the result of her earnings, not love, or desire to be a mother."
A thought passing through her mind, Lorelei rolls to her back, her bright blue eyes continuing up to him. "In that case, I would think you are far more predisposed to think women whores."
Coldly, he expresses the ideals his birth has given him. "I do not like weak people. Whores are weak women who have let men put them in that position."
She hears his seriousness, his opinions from an impacted childhood of damaged upbringing, and respects it with, "They let men put them in many positions, the good ones anyways." She punctuates with a chuckle at her humor that turns to a snort.
Blinking, Eber lifts a brow, looking her way. "...You are... odd."
Her head rolls to him, her hair bunching on the ground under her cheek. "And you are a man who does not like whores... You are... a freak." She gives a couple small laughs, turning back over to get some sleep. Having a moment of thought over her words and her play with him, Eber looks back to the flames, a lift of his lips into the corner of his mouth leading to one soft chuckle.
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