Felix feels a frustration building inside him like a pot of simmering water. Why can't things just stay simple? Everything was fine, everything made sense, until this dragon teacher showed up. And he doesn't understand why he feels so conflicted. He should be banishing Seteth from their territory and going home to report in. Bringing back reinforcements, if the dragon refuses to leave.
Instead, he feels drawn to Seteth, like he wishes the man would...do something, he's not sure exactly what. Touch him. Talk to him. Maybe give him orders. He doesn't know.
At least, if Seteth told him what to do, he wouldn't have to deal with all this confusion and uncertainty that's giving him a headache. He could just do it, and things would be simple again.
He scowls, visibly perturbed. His hand tightens around the hilt of his weapon, but he doesn't raise it. "Stop...stop asking me pointless questions. Why do you care? None of this has anything to do with you."
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Instead, he feels drawn to Seteth, like he wishes the man would...do something, he's not sure exactly what. Touch him. Talk to him. Maybe give him orders. He doesn't know.
At least, if Seteth told him what to do, he wouldn't have to deal with all this confusion and uncertainty that's giving him a headache. He could just do it, and things would be simple again.
He scowls, visibly perturbed. His hand tightens around the hilt of his weapon, but he doesn't raise it. "Stop...stop asking me pointless questions. Why do you care? None of this has anything to do with you."