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˖*°࿐ chapter fifty-one. li. DRAGONGLASS
"DRAGONGLASS?" LAELIA RAISES AN EYEBROW AT THE IMP in front of her, Arin nodding his head at her. "Yes," he replies from his spot at the other end of the table. "Volcanic glass, obsidian. He says you have a tremendous amount of it here."
"Why are we talking about glass?" Laelia places her left hand on her hip and leaned against her right, which held on to the table. She was confused at why he needed it. "We just lost two of our allies," she gestures to the outside, Arin continuing to be calm and sitting on the chair he had taken a seat on. Sometimes you had to get used to Laelia's rage (which was like a dragon's), but, like a dragon, she could tell her friends from her enemies. They were all smart, like people, and they were destined for greatness, not madness like her father, the Mad King.
"Which is why I was speaking to Tobin Sparr: a potential ally," Laelia knew he was right but she didn't want to admit it, looking away from her advisor.
"And what does the King in the North want with Dragonglass?" She looks at him with her alluring eyes, the thick set of dark lashes around them making him think, no, he knows, men would fall to their knees when they looked at them; the softness of them could turn hard within a second, the pupils shrinking to an abnormally miniature size when she got enraged and turned wide when she was happy. Ominous eyes, indeed. "Apparently," he begins, "it can be turned into weapons that kill White Walkers and their foot soldiers." Laelia's head tilts slowly, "Or stop them. Destroy them. I'm unsure of the nomenclature." Laelia places a hand on her hip and walks around the painted table: "And what do you think about this army of the dead and White Walkers and Night King?" She was nearing Arin, who stared straight at the spot where the Queen once stood.
"I'd very much like to believe that Tobin Sparr is wrong, but a wise man once said that you should never believe a thing simply because you want to believe it," he looks at the Greystone, Laelia nodding at his words gradually.
"Which wise man said this?"
"I don't remember."
"Are you trying to present your own statements as ancient wisdom?" She lifts an eyebrow at him.
"I would never do that. . . to you," he replies, causing Laelia to avert her eyes and walk somewhere else. "The reason I believe Tobin Sparr is because he's here. All of his advisors would have told him not to come. I would have told him not to come, yet he's here anyway. You don't have to believe him. Let him mine the Dragonglass. If he's wrong it's worthless. You didn't even know it was here. It's nothing to you. Give him something by giving him nothing. Take a step toward a more productive relationship with a possible ally. Keep him occupied while we focus on the task at hand: Egita Rock."
