[Darkleer thinks of his lusus- taller than he was and protecting him as they traveled through the plains back to the hive at the city, a reassuring and safe. Then, in later sweeps, staring down at rocks he had tumbled down onto an enemy camp from a cliffside in the mountain, tail swishing dismissively.]
[He thinks of Dural, both softly cooing into his ear as she preens his hair, and yet also cool vanity as green blood dries on her talons and a blinded troll lies dead on the floor.]
[Darkleer smiles, ever so subtly, into his drink.]
Of course. We would get nothing done if we remained children.
[And if his idea of growing up involves using lusii as assistants in battle, well...]
[action]
[He thinks of Dural, both softly cooing into his ear as she preens his hair, and yet also cool vanity as green blood dries on her talons and a blinded troll lies dead on the floor.]
[Darkleer smiles, ever so subtly, into his drink.]
Of course. We would get nothing done if we remained children.
[And if his idea of growing up involves using lusii as assistants in battle, well...]
I have heard you are a skilled gunsman, Dualscar.