Sigmund had made a point earlier that Rosalie found rather interesting that coincided. There was never a source that mentioned why Gore was named as he is. Through ‘stories’ and history passed down, the name, “Gore”, had been embedded as it was so much so as printed. Not many questioned it; not many even cared. It was convenience and as long as a blood dragon was associated with that name, then it had done its purpose to instill that fear into the hearts of individuals.

A strange thing Gore had said caused Rosalie to stop for a moment, cringing slightly. [i]A name fit for a warrior?[/I] Now that certainly was the first time Rosalie had heard something like that. How was she supposed to respond? Always, always, [i]always[/i], had she been taught to prepare herself and expect the unexpected, but never did she think she’d be getting some sort of comment from the Blood Dragon. Not after he had called her Rosa, anyway. It could not have been some sort of praise, could it? Why that would even cross her mind was beyond her. Legend or not, it was from a dragon nonetheless. “Hmm.. Really?” The girl asked, unconvinced as she sent a sidelong glance at him. She wasn’t a fighter as her first encounter with him would suggest. The number of times he had huffed at her gave Rosalie the clear impression that he had been playing with her. What would suggest that it was any different here? “You already know who the clear victor of that battle would be if it had turned out differently.” 

She then shook her head, regarding him warily. The words he had spoken and pointed out to be nothing more than stories wasn’t doing well to convince them as being otherwise. There had been a puzzled look and a wary comment from Sigmund that was along the lines of asking the origin behind Gore’s name, but other than that, there was not much to indicate that the brothers were sure to believe they were stories. It was almost as if Gore had forgotten that Rosalie had been there to witness the deaths of the hunters. To say they were mere stories was almost going as far to say that she had dreamt up the whole thing about the hunters, of Glenn’s arrival at Kalandor and of his death. She sighed, folding her arms. That, she could say without a doubt, was no dream. He was, however, accepting of the horrid things he had done - which was intriguing to say the least. Since obtaining him, Rosalie was more times shocked of Gore’s way of thinking than she was angry over it. What dragon accepted that they had killed people who had not deserved to die, had found pride in facing people who had the honour to challenge him with wit and skill? An odd case, no doubt, but whatever he did, she did not care as long as he was loyal and behaved.

It seemed Gore wasn’t going to get used to that camera any soon - not that it particularly mattered to her. Rosalie wanted to know how quickly Gore could learn even if at times it provided some amusement at the expense of others. Rosalie had laughed a little but it did not compare to hearing the Blood Dragon actually call Sigmund, ‘Siggy’. The eldest of the three’s face had been priceless and actually sent the girl into a fit of silent laughter. She calmed down after a while and gave herself a minute to breathe, still smirking lightly. “Mmm.. Homework. Gore, while we’re waiting, tell me what you’ve learned about that camera.” Rosalie smiled lightly, “Surely, it’s not as bad as you say it is.” She wouldn’t go so far as to call it an over-reaction, but it was close enough.

She actually titled her head at the dragon when he mentioned being something more than servant and mistress. Rosalie had an idea, but only because she was well aware of the dangers the world had to offer. She was quickly beginning to realise that by having the Blood Dragon with her, it may make things a tad safer as evidenced by the avoidance of the bear attack. “I don’t know, hehe. You’d think I’m crazy, but.. It wouldn’t hurt to have someone who’ll watch my back and I theirs.” Would Gore have understood that? She wondered, but she was proposing a mutual alliance. Being friends meant that they would have to care for each other and being close to a dragon? Wasn’t on the very top of her list. “And.. I would prefer Rosalie over Mistress.. So use that from time to time. I just hate hearing the word ‘Mistress’ all the time, you know?” She huffed, folding her arms. “It makes me sound older than I really am...and it can get tedious..”

Rosalie noticed the change in Gore’s tone and the stance he had taken when he explained why he spoke of death in such a way. Was the Blood Dragon showing some vulnerability? [i]No..[/I] The girl corrected herself, noting how his expression seemed to tell her something else. [i]He seems more.. Approachable.. Not at all like the monster who has never felt regret.[/I] She was unsure of her readings of the dragon, but he did seem more ‘human’ to her.
Keeping near the dragon, Rosalie fell quiet. It was not because she had grown bored of speaking to Gore, but more so that she was taking in his words. They were such sincere and thoughtful words. Every moment of everyday? Would she really be stuck with her investment? She looked around herself before looking at the sky briefly. Unless she died or sold him, Gore would be in her service? The former wasn’t a very nice thought, but there wasn’t much she could do to prevent it. All she could do was make the most of what she had. Gore saying that human lives were fragile wasn’t too far off. It was fleeting like a dream, but valuable, nonetheless. Rosalie watched him and for a brief moment, her eyes were devoid of judgement and were more of gratitude. “Thank you. That’s.. erm.. really nice of you.” She cleared her throat, “what I mean is: it’s nice to know that I’ll have someone to rely on.” Yet, if Gore did fail her, she already knew how she would punish him as seen earlier with the camera. “Hmm.. I noticed you were mumbling about something earlier. Is it something I should hear or am I better off not knowing?”