[He remains on his hands and knees, head bowed, eyes slowly closing. For a while he stays in this position, then he sits back on his legs, eyes still closed and head hanging.
Silently, he slides into a meditative state. He's not shutting out the din around him, however; he's drinking it in. He focuses on the roar of the dragon, on the crackling of fire, the sounds of people shrieking in fear, the smell of spilled blood and charred flesh.
After a minute he stands and opens his arms as if embracing the disorder around them. When he looks back at Cecelia there is determination in his gaze. This is chaos, this is his element.]
...I think your attempt at negotiating peace has failed. Any other clever ideas?
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Silently, he slides into a meditative state. He's not shutting out the din around him, however; he's drinking it in. He focuses on the roar of the dragon, on the crackling of fire, the sounds of people shrieking in fear, the smell of spilled blood and charred flesh.
After a minute he stands and opens his arms as if embracing the disorder around them. When he looks back at Cecelia there is determination in his gaze. This is chaos, this is his element.]
...I think your attempt at negotiating peace has failed. Any other clever ideas?