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While he was not surprised that she already showed him such a display of respect, it brought a small pang of a prick to his chest. It was not that she was truly respected him, it was out of necessity… and perhaps… fear… Again, he did not blame the woman for such reactions, they were natural, but it did not stop the panging in his chest, and the guilt that went unseen atop his shoulders.
A soft mutter to himself, a quiet curse of annoyance. Most pertricite shackles were unstable, but of course… they were not meant to be taken off. Their intention was to bind, and then… most would wear them to their grave, which was likely nothing more than a large hole away from the innocent and evil eyes of the world.
He grabbed Taliyah’s hand with a delicate touch, unfitting of one which seemed as threatening as him. But, rather than the plain gesture, he turned her hand gently, so her palm faced down, and his other hand reached towards the shackle. Pinching a part of it between two fingers, he stared blankly, like he was considering something…
And then, as though it was only as sturdy as a dried twig, it cracked from the pressure. Like when a single thread was ripped from a web, the rest seemed to crack, and it fell off of her wrist. He hesitated, not letting go quite yet, using the hand that broke it to gently dust off any of the remaining, small shards of petricite, that would be like burning embers upon a mage’s skin, should they remain too long…
Without another delay, he did the same with the other shackle, and the pathetic remains simply clattered to the ground, forgotten, abandoned… and at this point, useless. A small triumph in his mind–a single less weapon against the innocent who are unfortunate to be… vulnerable.
“I apologize for not doing that sooner.” His voice was low, strong and steady. A small smile found its way onto his expression, followed with a minute tilt of his head to the side. “But it matters not if they overreacted… That is not a topic I wish to delve in any further, however.” Likely, it would be best for both of them to not dwell on the things that happen here.
How innocent must a girl like this be? He envied her, to a degree. Ignorancewas bliss, but too much bliss was toxin. Garen cleared his throat, and the next words he spoke were slow, but at least clear, and spoken in the native tongue of the unfortunate visitor.
“It is a pleasure to meet someone like you, Taliyah Levy.”
Taliyah was always a fan of tall people . Big , strong , able to kill her . . . The fear was always replaced by curiosity . Even after meeting Sett , a 7′8 beast , she was interested . And Garen definitely got on her good side .
When he had grabbed her small , cold hands , she knew what he could do . He could easily break her fragile bones , yet he did something better . He crushed the binds .
Taliyah let out a surprised gasp when he had . No matter how hard the shuriman had struggled , they refused to move to a better position , yet Garen . . . He just . . .
The short woman stared up at him , eyes wide with shock and excitement . “ Thank you , sire ! That - how did you - hm . . . “ A soldier perhaps ? Maybe a guard for the royal or royal himself . Probably why he’s referred to as Sire . And that build . . .
“ If you don’t mind me asking , do you fight with your fists or a sword ? Strength like that means you fight , no doubt . You look too young to be the general , but if . . . No . . . “ Taliyah rambled . If one couldn’t tell , she enjoys guessing and speaking . People in general was something she’s good at . Maybe that’s why Swain had spoken to her .
Taliyah gently rubbed her wrists as she thought . They were red , probably redder than her cheeks whenever complimented . The stone felt rough . . . Was it supposed to eventually dig into her skin and cause blood ? Maybe she should’ve heeded the warnings . . .
Wait , did Garen say something ? Taliyah looked back up at him , smiling widely . “ Please , call me Taliyah ! Or Tali ! “