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[METEOR]

METEOR

One glance at the wyvern, and Meteor’s posture shifted to mirror the Sovran. His shoulders squared in relaxed yet total confidence. His chin tilted up with a smug, self-assured confidence. What a leader postured often showcased exactly what they thought a leader should look like, and, thus, revealed exactly what they expected to see in a fellow leader.

Nord projected strength, confidence, and caution. Meteor mirrored all three, down to the cold analysis in his narrowed eyes.

“Your assumption is correct.” Meteor’s chin lifted higher. He dropped the suspicion in his own gaze, as if that had been a real question that he’d answered from something he’d gleaned from the wyvern’s body language or voice or words. Ha! As if he’d been suspicious at all.

Meteor’s smug smile flashed with teeth. “I’m looking to barter for chickens. In particular, laying hens.”

“Wildlife issues, you say?” Meteor glanced at Kole, Then looked back to Nord with a raised eyebrow. “Kole is one of the Descendants’ best fighters. And I have a track record of winning my own battles.” A genuine smirk of pride and confidence, too, for slaughtering his own father, devouring the lion as the lava poured into the river, and then crowning himself pharaoh to a crowd of cheering cannibals.

“Perhaps we can help solve each other’s problems, hm?”