Alexis had gone too far. Instead of beating him down further, the words made him angry. He looked up at her, taking in the display of anger she was putting out.
“Are you threatening me?” He said quietly
“Blast this incompetent fool into nothingness, borrow our strength.” the more aggressive voice in his head howled.
“No” Tharos thought intently. “I will do this myself. Hide yourselves” Tharos gave them a moment, and dropped his hood. His utterly alien features coming into full view. His eyes were a single, uniform dull red. His ears were pointed, his features all seemed a touch exaggerated. All the same, he looked young, yet weathered, as if he’d been malnourished. He appeared only about 17 years old.
“I don’t think I have to remind you that it’s only thanks to me we made it this far? I held the ship together, the Thauin was going to rip it in half. The storm would have sunk us with no hope of land. I nearly killed myself to do it, and you begrudge me a little rest? Who are you to speak to me this way?”
Tharos wasn’t looking for an answer, he immediately followed up. “Nothing, even if the vote makes you Captain, your authority extends only to the course we take, and your fellow privateers.” He took a deep breath.
“I alone command the honoured dead. I answer to Tharwyn only.” Without waiting for an answer, Tharos turns and walks towards the tree line.
“Are you so eager to inflict death little one?” A woman’s voice spoke to him, clear as day. However no audible sound pierced the quiet of the orchard. The dragon fully rose at the other end, and softly walked towards Dolphins. “What crime has this one committed that warrants execution, whilst already bound?”