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It was slightly sweet how some a little thing as almost losing her head piece, could make his priestess blush so much, his smirk even made her blush more. [b]“My lips are sealed”[/b] He muttered softly before she started to tell her story, which did indeed distract him from what had happened. Hearing her completely argue with his not wanting to hear the story, Emery couldn’t help but smile has he looked back at her while she apologized for jumping suddenly. Emery smiled closing his eyes and nodding calmly to her before he started to tell the version of the story he knew, though he left out the part were the dragon needed a human to breed with so that there would be another to keep their promise. Or destroy everyone if the deal was broken.

When she asked about the village he was from and talked about going there to do the rituals, Emery wasn’t quite sure how to respond. The villages he did know were the ones he protected on the island, however he could not answer with those as they all came together to worship him, none of these villages would know the story he told only the priestesses version, so before he was forced to answer he informed her that he had made his choice. Nodding quickly as she got up to go to her mother.

The reaction to his choice in picking Ella was….not really what he thought would happen, after all he didn’t spend any actual time around humans, not to mention that Margret had always been so emotionless when he was connected to her as his priestess. So the panicked yelling that came from the quiet priestess truly was surprising, realizing she most have forgotten he was here when she started screaming at her mother he thought of leaving. It sadly seemed that his father was correct, that the humans were the weaker race. 

When she tripped over the cushion in front of him, Emery’s body flinched slightly to catch her before she hit the ground. However he changed his mind, he was quicker than humans, and if he was able to catch her from across a table it might raise suspension. The surprise on his face as Ella told him, who she thought was a complete stranger of another land, that he had picked her. Was not faked however 

[i]“Damn it Margret! She is going to end up hurting herself, get control of your daughter!”[/i] He yelled angrily inside of Margret’s head all calmness gone, something she of all people was likely used to after all these years.