Draven could recognise Kneph’s awkward voice anywhere. Not quite - if at all - like Draven’s richer, resonant timbre. The bloke was unique, most definitely and Draven admired him for that. He didn’t fit in with the crowd and that made him the likeable guy he was.
He couldn’t quite make out what they were saying but Draven could tell by the tone of Kneph, he wasn’t quite the bouncy castle he normally was. He seemed almost awkward. It made his pace quicken just slightly to approach the group of three. It was three right?
The brute emerged from amongst the tree roots with his head lowered in order to not knock the lights out of him. By this point, he’d slowed to a quiet pad, calculated and precise in his placement of the large paws he owned. Coming up alongside Kneph, he lifted his head and stood with a well-presented silence, stoicism plastered across his features like a lord commander.
His blue eyes travelled across the group. A woman, older, sporting a textured pelt of silvery white. He gave her a respectful nod of acknowledgement first, almost like a salute as he portrayed his straightened posture. “Ma’am” he said in correlation to the nod.
Looking to next girl, Kneph’s age, Draven couldn’t deny she was pretty but she appeared to be spitting feathers at the older woman. The brute didn’t linger on her long after he’d repeated his nod, turning his eyes to Kneph to see if he was okay. He simply looked at the boy with slight worry in his eyes, not a word passing from his lips. He allowed himself sufficient time to receive a response or equal gaze from the boy until he looked back to the pair.
“Draven Vaès, a friend of Kneph’s. What is the occasion I have stumbled upon?” he hummed, his tones rumbling in his throat.
| for real. Just picture Thorin when he speaks. holy heck
Jan 24, 2019 07:58 AM — Post #10
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