caspian
Disdain for royalty—particularly
mainlander royalty—was practically genetic in the highlands. They were born with a snear when facing south and blood that boiled at the thought of
luxury. It was a petty way to create a caste system, unspoken yet not intagible. Those that could afford more
were more, and the opposite was equally true. The only alternative to slaving in a system where you were designed to fail was to reject it. Sure, most in Aberdeen barely got by—but they had their dignity still. When the time came for them to see the pearly gates, that would pay its weight in gold.
At her comment reflecting on the nobles and their naivety, Caspian couldn't help but snort and shake his head. A dark ear flicked and felt his stomach twist. It was a familiar sensation, one that accompanied feelings of rage that had no outlet. If only more nobles visited Aberdeen, then he'd have a chance to cuff one over the years. Alas, not many had dared to visit since the rebellion.
Then again, he was thankful. They still had so many wounds that needed to heal.
As she slides a shell to him, Caspian glances down at it.
"Thanks," he says with a smile. Then, a fraction later, his grin widens and he meets her eyes with emeralds both mischievous and warm.
"But I have all I need out there," and he gestures with a paw at the waters before them.
"There's a weak-willed noble that needs to properly overpay to have this gem." And he hoped she gutted the man or woman for all they were worth.
Caspian clicked his tongue and nodded as the woman confirmed his suspicions.
"It was a bad year to settle," He mused, a somber note in his smile as his gaze pans back to her.
"Sorry." Not that he had caused the rebellion, but he had fought in it.
"Yeah, born right here in Aberdeen. It's seen better days but the same goes for all of Rionnach." And here he shrugged.
"Planning on staying long? A year is just long enough to put down roots." A silvery brow quirked.
"speech"