They're legendary, sort of. The lot and them! Aren't you lucky to be aware of who they are — ( he pauses, turning around so that he has her back towards the female as he takes a step forward as if he's ready to walk off mid conversation. luckily for her, that's not what he's thinking of doing and instead walking around to kill time, watching as flowers follow his every step as he tries to figure out how to go about this. she could be from that time, not of his world but she's aware of who they are and as he knows history plays differently and even the flow of time can be skewed. )

Which dragon won? ( he stops, acting like an idiot just to throw her off so it seems like he knows nothing. ) They're terrible creatures, breathing fire and stuff like that. Making the tower crumble.. wish they would settle.

( once he finds that the distance between both her and him is enough, he turns back to face gwenhwyfar with a smile, placing his hands behind his back as he feigns innocence. he thinks on her question and there's a bit of laughter, what reason should he be forgiven after his troubles of leaving his king behind. he doesn't deserve it. so he continues carrying out his carefree attitude — it's just another mistake added to his list. ) I don't want to be so please, save your breath. There are others who may need your kindness in the future.

( the future this, the future that. truly, why does he care? what does it matter. but he nods at her answer.. whatever home could be but that's long before here. while he's unable to give her that back, he's back to playing around with his magic to fix something especially for her. caster looks at the female's crimson expression, staring at the irritation upon her features and if it's just one night to change that — what harm could that bring. he smacks his hands together, a faint purple glow from between them as he seems to be up to something. )

What flower reminds you of home?