Ice Queen

The Dragon Code

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#31

Wilder had this intricate air about him. A man with a short dark beard possessed several qualities of my interest.

One -- he had a glowing set of eyes. Similar to that of Owen's, but on the lively side.
Two -- Wilder was profusely the only one who refused to indulge on beverages presented. He politely declined anything offered and then just smiled faintly to the side.

"Giggle water?" Even his voice was as if laced with silk. I shuddered just at the brief masculine hitch. Caught in a trance I threw my head down at the filled mug between us.

"She doesn't drink." Owen entered our convo with a statement.

"But I'll take it." The Earth ruler grabbed onto the extended glass and downed it completely empty.

"Prick." I spit.

"I'm sorry?" Wilder assumed it was directed at him as I wouldn't break my gaze when really I was simply scolding Owen.

"Give us a minute. Please." Wilder was lost in the crowd within seconds, this gave me an opportunity to expose Owen for good.

"Eira." I turned to Owen that by now grasped both of my shoulders.

"You took my friend, you took my trust, you took my drink. What else do you want?"

"You--" He started, then shook his arms. "I want to help you."

"I have a bad habit of trusting people, and it's about time I dropped it." It was fair to leave Owen to think by himself, so I propped onto a bar seat at the extended wooden surface. My eyes naturally darted to the visitors of the place, I watched the morbid scenery before me. The effects of the substance in the air...or Wilder have worn off and I could see clearly in between the lines. Caught up in the observation I came upon a distinct gaze. A lightly drizzled in sapphires gaze at that. This individual with a cloaked hood tried to camouflage into filth-covered walls. I almost thought their obvious failure was on purpose until I realized that the figure had little experience in stalking.

"Would you like some giggle water with ice, my lady?" I averted my eyes to the bartender who stood juggling five transparent glasses at a time.

"Just ice, thanks." I nodded my head.