Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

Zaibach took my father as well, Bridget said grimly as she stared into her ale. The colored liquid was a pretty color to the woman, and she could see her eyes reflection inside of it. Not directly, but it was defiantly due to the war and their lust for power. She glanced up at the dimly lit inn, her crew now fully intoxicated and trying to pick up the local women. A few soldiers ambushed and raided the ship, in turn killing him with their blood lust. I remember watching him fall on the desk as the soldiers left. I held his giant hand in my small one until he finally passed. Her eyes shook a bit as she remembered the event, but quickly wiped them to prevent any tears from falling. Now they are gone though, and thats whats important. Its our job to prevent another power, another empire like that from ever rising again. Thats one of the reasons why Im helping Fanelia out of my own pocket we need more nations like theirs to change the world. Seeing how much ale Max was ordering, she couldnt help but smirk to herself. Then she noticed how defined his muscles were and forced her gaze to divert. Other than Brawler, she wasnt used to being around very strong men. It was rather common to see her beating up on the crew than them beating each other up. Bridget had managed to establish that she was an equal, and they feared her wrath if they dared to put her in a bad mood. She wasnt able to drink as much as a Max, but she could still hold her own rather well. Perhaps this night she just wasnt much into the mood for drinking like the others. From a passing bar maid, she ordered a second round of ale for herself and some roasted meat. Bridget could feel eyes on her, and shot a glare around her as she searched the second floor. Seeing that no one was looking at her, she suddenly realized that it must have been Max. A very faint blush slowly crept across her cheeks but she immediately took a large gulp of ale. She knew that she was rather attractive for a woman, but had always had issues accepting it. brawler had done a good job of scaring men away, so she didnt have to deal with the fact that she was seen as pretty by people. The scar upon her neck, as well as a couple others, was what she considered beautiful on her body. She was rather backward compared to women of the time in her standing, but it was simply how she was raised. Her father had come from a long line of strong, independent women, women whose example she desired to follow. As the roasted meat and ale arrived, she tipped the bar maid well and started to eat. Offering some of the meat to Max, she winked at him as she chewed on it, savoring the taste. Ive missed this... she said as she chewed and watched her men. Ive missed the happier times... Now leaning closer to the table as she ate, the distance between her and Max was less. Her emerald eyes glanced over at his as she wiped her cheek with a napkin, not all of her rich upbringing went to waste. I suppose you arent used to a lot of interaction with people hmm? After being out in the woods for so long. Part of me envies you. Ive thought about buying a cabin in the forest for quite some time now, just living there in the peace and quiet without a care in the world.