George
Pride's own ego began to chip away at the thin layer of public decency and kindness he has spent years forming. He was once an Imperator, feared and respected across all of Aeterna to the point his names very mention was considered blasphemous unless spoken with respect. Once he was ancient, once he was feared, once all knew his name and deeds- but in this modern age, for one reason or another, most of those who stride Aeterna are filled with some idiotic bravado where they would make light and jest in his presence and *To* Him? Unthinkable. 

"***Your insolence and disrespect will be remembered.***" The words came with a tone of absolution and commitment, letting it be fully known that Pride does not appreciate disrespect in any capacity. Holding his right hand to the side a shimmer of golden light begins to spark within the grasp of the warrior- arcing more and more until a brief flash of white light came and went, an ornate long spear made of gold and silver appeared within the grasp of Pride while angelic wings white as snow sprouted from his back and unfurled outwards.

"***I am Pride, son of Titanos and the Demigod of War.***"

Winds began to whip and roll as the clouds above darkened, lightning crackled within the heavens above and the demigod of war leveled his spear towards Taenli.

"***You __dare__ question ME, THE GREAT LION O-***"

Suddenly the winds stop, lightning ceases, his wings fold back into place and somehow Pride ends up standing only a few feet away from the little lady- his expression and tone changed from anger and arrogance to simple confusion and also an odd kindness.

"***Um... Ink? Yes, I believe it should have ink... It's quite a common thing.***"
James
She watches him; the two nodes on her shield taking on a deeper glow as she prepared. She doesn't look particularly upset; but she certainly doesn't seem dumb *Enough* To simply idle while he shows off his prowess. She also seems to fixate on his center-mass, rather than his face.

"Owah..." She mutters, watching the display; her attention moving upwards towards the sky. Towards the mana that manifests within; a single step forwards, a readied hunch, lance leveled and wreathed in violet light, shield pulled in close, and-

And he's answered her question.

The aggression is gone with whimsical speed, and instead she hoists the lance to the sky triumphantly, a sound like shattering pottery echoing off of the lance as whatever enchantment that had overtaken it broke away.

"Huzzah! We go, then. Marlo awaits! I know not the customs of this land, Son of Titanos. Surely with someone like yourself in tow, acquiring this ink shall be of naught for difficulty. Tell me of your deeds!" She notes.

She's-

She's already. Walking away.

She's marching off at a steady clip, with the expectance that he'd follow him just the same.

"I am Taenli, Lance of Marlo. And Marlo, my Archive, requires ink. If he has no ink, he cannot archive, as is Father's will. And I am already irritable that he has been left alone for this long. Father's will is that he is my charge; and if something were to happen to him, I would assuredly fail such." She offers.

"I, Taenli! Will never fail such a task. There is nothing in the world that can produce a strike with sufficient force to bypass the gaurd of one like I!" She chines, smitten with herself.

She hasn't even stopped to let him speak yet, droning on and on... And on... And on...

She eventually stops, though, tilting her head as she goes to look over her shoulder at him as she moves.
George
"***What in the world...***" Pride looks remarkably shocked whenever Taenli speaks again, perplexed by the manner of speech and word usage at hand- reminds him of Alekhya, almost *Too* Proper, extremely uncommon and practically unheard of.

"***And you're already walking away...***" *Sigh.* "***Great.***" The demigod of war waved to his celestial lion to remain posted while he ventured onwards, the spear that had manifested in his hand moments ago vanishing with the same sparkle of golden light.

"***You don't know the customs? As in you've never been to Isles-?***" Pride attempted to speak once more but the short lady spoke again. "***Lance of who- ink isn't hard to find- yeah that makes sense- can you slow do- there are a lot of things that can bypass your guard- can we slow down so we can tal-***"


 WALKING."

His voice sounded like a thunderclap while his right hand grabbed the top of Taenli' helmet and he hoisted her off her feet so she cannot keep walking. He stared into the eyes of the little lady and breathed deeply, steam escaping from his nostrils like an angry bull for a few seconds until he calmed himself with a deep sigh.

"***Since I know where to find said ink don't you think it would be best if*** *I* ***Lead us there?***"
James
The little knight keeps marching for just a second, as their feet leaves the ground. He'll find her to be decently heavy; as if he were picking up a statue, instead of anything like a gnome. The rosy-cheeked creature aught be no issue for a demigod to hoist, though, but they straighten out, and consider his words.

"I shall allow this." The note, plainly.

It's now that, again, attention is called to the idea that she is speaking tonhim without at all moving her mouth; even though she is clearly emoting and the like, the smug smile on her expression increasing in width as he suggests taking the lead.

"Someone such as I would perhaps ruin the situation with my battle-prowess. And then Marlo would be upset with me. And then... I would have to go to the next town." She notes, as if rationalizing the situation to herself.

"Son of Titanos!" She notes.

"Should one accompany you, like for like? I would not have you do this task for me without recompense. It is uncouth."