“You know of Emrys?”
[ A question asked in the quietest of tones; but no surprise showed itself on the dragoness’s features. Merlin was known by all the druids & others with magical properties. ]
“– – -Sarrum?”
“Y– – -You’re father is Sarrum?”[ Disgust. Her voice was filled with disgust and f e a r. Rightfully. Of course Aithusa feared the man who kept her, and her lady in a pit for two years. It was his fault that the ex dragon was broken down and mute. She wished him the most painfullest of deaths. ]
”I– – your his son? Naal rah, zu’u nis kos he.”
[Shaking hands grabbed for her satchel, as she stood up from where she sat, and started to leave the young boy. ]
"What is it?“
[ His father was not one friendly with magic,
but she must of understood why he left him.
But no, that was not the case. ]
[ He knew well of why she reacted the way she did. Sarrum kept the dragon and the witch locked up for years, leaving them to starve and d e c a y. He was never sorry for them; they did deserve what they got. ]
"Oh, don’t be such a coward, Aithusa.”
[ They seemed to be such good acquaintances, but not anymore. He laughed at her, a smirk curling at his lips. He started to follow her, grabbing her satchel so she could stop. ]
"You’re so afraid of my father, aren’t you? Because of what he did? But, really, he had every right to lock you in a pit for two years.“
