You wouldn't know it by looking at him, grin fixed in place as it is, but Estinien does, with absolute crystal clarity and not a hint of doubt (as is his way), think to himself, there are other things I'd have you polish, as well.
Thankfully, he has the wherewithal not to blurt such rubbish, though it has the positive side effect of also stopping him from too sharply denying that etiquette is of any use to him. He has no designs on greatness. Wants only to go as far as it will take to slay the foul wyrm Nidhogg and put an end to all this godsforsaken slaughter. And is far too young yet to realize how foolish he is for thinking those things.
His mood threatens to sour, but admittedly, Aymeric's attention is something of a salve for his anger. Or, at least, the desire to keep that attention at this moment is far stronger than anything else simmering away inside of him.
He drapes his towel around the back of his neck, gripping each end with both hands so that he can lean into it. It makes him look a little lazy. "My second question, then. Why..." Estinien's gaze flicks past Aymeric, just a moment, to focus on the dwindling crowd of onlookers, before settling on him again. His eyes narrow. "...do the lot of them treat you like that?"
Now that he's been given reason to look at all, Estinien can't help but notice the way the other knights whisper. It isn't always a kindly sound. He'd noticed one of them snickering early in their bout, the first time Estinien had parried Aymeric's blade.
Re: No it's perfect <3
Thankfully, he has the wherewithal not to blurt such rubbish, though it has the positive side effect of also stopping him from too sharply denying that etiquette is of any use to him. He has no designs on greatness. Wants only to go as far as it will take to slay the foul wyrm Nidhogg and put an end to all this godsforsaken slaughter. And is far too young yet to realize how foolish he is for thinking those things.
His mood threatens to sour, but admittedly, Aymeric's attention is something of a salve for his anger. Or, at least, the desire to keep that attention at this moment is far stronger than anything else simmering away inside of him.
He drapes his towel around the back of his neck, gripping each end with both hands so that he can lean into it. It makes him look a little lazy. "My second question, then. Why..." Estinien's gaze flicks past Aymeric, just a moment, to focus on the dwindling crowd of onlookers, before settling on him again. His eyes narrow. "...do the lot of them treat you like that?"
Now that he's been given reason to look at all, Estinien can't help but notice the way the other knights whisper. It isn't always a kindly sound. He'd noticed one of them snickering early in their bout, the first time Estinien had parried Aymeric's blade.