[Something has changed. Something has shifted. And though it may only be temporary-- an illusion of the castle-- Korialstrasz feels it. It makes him shiver to feel the lack of taint in the Earth-Warder's aura. He hasn't felt such a presence for countless millennia but now... it's undeniable.
But there's reluctance pressing against his ever-intrusive presence, and a feeling like an old man grumbling. Rather hilarious considering how much older the black dragon is in comparison. Once, Krasus sought to emulate Neltharion in ways. His manner, his regard for life, his gentleness, his thoughtfulness, his cleverness... Where once he might have seethed, hot-blooded young consort that he'd been, now he's simply sad with an edge of bitterness.
He's confused and wary, and he still wants very little to do with Neltharion, unjustified as it might be.]
... Earth-Warder. Is that truly your title, or would you rather wear another?
[ Neltharion hedges at yet another voice inside his mind; he's got too many of those already. And once he recognizes who it is, he's put even more on edge. ]
Indeed it is. I am Neltharion, and no one else but Neltharion.
[Something wry twists his expression, hidden as he is. The edge is shared, though Krasus is obviously guarding himself by now. Guarding something-- a secret that isn't his queen.
There is still some discontent here, but he can't argue when he can feel the magnitude of that presence.]
... Then may I ask of you one favor, before you dismiss me? I do not request this lightly, but as one friend of Alexstrasza to another.
[He keeps his voice steady even though he loathes himself right now. Loathes Deathwing...]
My queen has seen much sorrow in her time here. There is no greater crime than false hope for one who grieves. Do not promise her overmuch.
But there's reluctance pressing against his ever-intrusive presence, and a feeling like an old man grumbling. Rather hilarious considering how much older the black dragon is in comparison. Once, Krasus sought to emulate Neltharion in ways. His manner, his regard for life, his gentleness, his thoughtfulness, his cleverness... Where once he might have seethed, hot-blooded young consort that he'd been, now he's simply sad with an edge of bitterness.
He's confused and wary, and he still wants very little to do with Neltharion, unjustified as it might be.]
... Earth-Warder. Is that truly your title, or would you rather wear another?
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Indeed it is. I am Neltharion, and no one else but Neltharion.
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There is still some discontent here, but he can't argue when he can feel the magnitude of that presence.]
... Then may I ask of you one favor, before you dismiss me? I do not request this lightly, but as one friend of Alexstrasza to another.
[He keeps his voice steady even though he loathes himself right now. Loathes Deathwing...]
My queen has seen much sorrow in her time here. There is no greater crime than false hope for one who grieves. Do not promise her overmuch.
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