[ A pause, Khoriya torn between admitting truth (and thus revealing weakness) or holding to a façade of unwavering strength. Finally: ]
...Sometimes I can sense it, clawing and howling like a caged beast. Your mind, your flesh, and your bones are the cage, and all must yield before it can gain the better of you. But I've more experience with beasts than most, so perhaps one could say that taming it comes more easily to me.
[ At the last, the faintest hint of irony creeps into his growling mind-voice, before falling back into a more business-like tone. ]
Very well. I will have it sent there with a messenger - addressed to Stag-Knight Galamila.
[ And at some point in the next day or so, a child with a high piping voice will come calling for Galamila, presenting to her a dagger wrapped in a bundle of furs. It's surprisingly serviceable, Khoriya having sharpened it to the best of his ability before passing it along. If asked, the child will say that the big wolf asked her to bring it here. ]
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...Sometimes I can sense it, clawing and howling like a caged beast. Your mind, your flesh, and your bones are the cage, and all must yield before it can gain the better of you. But I've more experience with beasts than most, so perhaps one could say that taming it comes more easily to me.
[ At the last, the faintest hint of irony creeps into his growling mind-voice, before falling back into a more business-like tone. ]
Very well. I will have it sent there with a messenger - addressed to Stag-Knight Galamila.
[ And at some point in the next day or so, a child with a high piping voice will come calling for Galamila, presenting to her a dagger wrapped in a bundle of furs. It's surprisingly serviceable, Khoriya having sharpened it to the best of his ability before passing it along. If asked, the child will say that the big wolf asked her to bring it here. ]