The crab-surfing, water-lance summoning Cleric of the Storm understood Aquan.
Tycondrius was not surprised.
"Miss Imperia, I feel the need to remind you... that a few evenings prior, you communicated your intent to gouge out my eyes and feed them to your contracted beast."
"I. did. NOT!" Imperia shot back.
...then immediately turned to sprint away, after her sovereign.
Tycon sighed and shook his head.
Children.
Younger elves were not beholden to the same Laws as Elven Ancients.
Ancients were known for guile and mistruths. It was something of a necessity, as their bloodlines made them incapable of lying. A younger elf, however, had no such weakness.
Fortunately, Tycon felt no need to worry about Imperia's potential treachery.
She was... not a clever child.
Tycon turned upon feeling a reassuring pat on the back from Krysaos.
