[It's really impossible to not notice the way his comment makes her bristle. Well, he supposes that it is given, but Richard still stands by his words. After all, it was not unheard of witches taking forms of great beauty and what not to lure people into their traps. But form that's all that it was though, an unnatural trick of an eye, illusion created from the black magic. Impressive, breathtaking and mind shattering? Absolutely. But there is no way that under God's eyes could any of that be viewed as truly beautiful.
But then again.. There is no God in this world. Richard had learned that early on.
Well, either way. Richard stays still and motionless in front of her clear annoyance -- eyes unimpressed and neutral. Though, it is quickly interrupted, not by her any means, but by the sound of tumultuous feed steps and roaring in the distance. Richard turns his eyes away from the witch, focusing on the sight past her shoulder and the ice. Guess they won't be alone for long. And then, just like that, the witch takes another form, though this time instead of monstrous spider it is one that he is more familiar with -- if it wasn't for one fact.
White. Not grey. Hah, a true sign of witchcraft.]
Very well. [He says eventually, eyes narrowing as he raises his sword once again. What a day. To think that he was actually going to form an alliance with a witch. Well, if she proved out to be any trouble Richard had no issues with following his noble father's footsteps, and deal with her as he had once upon time dealt with Joan of Ark.]
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But then again.. There is no God in this world. Richard had learned that early on.
Well, either way. Richard stays still and motionless in front of her clear annoyance -- eyes unimpressed and neutral. Though, it is quickly interrupted, not by her any means, but by the sound of tumultuous feed steps and roaring in the distance. Richard turns his eyes away from the witch, focusing on the sight past her shoulder and the ice. Guess they won't be alone for long. And then, just like that, the witch takes another form, though this time instead of monstrous spider it is one that he is more familiar with -- if it wasn't for one fact.
White. Not grey. Hah, a true sign of witchcraft.]
Very well. [He says eventually, eyes narrowing as he raises his sword once again. What a day. To think that he was actually going to form an alliance with a witch. Well, if she proved out to be any trouble Richard had no issues with following his noble father's footsteps, and deal with her as he had once upon time dealt with Joan of Ark.]