Evangeline sets the pistol down, and fingers a musket ball.
"Dragonscreams... their cries, we call them such, but it is not the truth. They are not sound... exactly. Often a dragon might wail, without even taking a breath, its mouth closed."
"The lesser ones, cry, it is true, but the larger ones roar, and it is... a force. A projection of their power, their dominance over my people. During Nidhogg's last assualt, I lay hunched in a shelter, carved into the rock of the city."
Images of trembling rock, huddled terrified children, and the stink of terror fill her mind. "Their roars and screams are not sound.. so rock did not stop them. Our ears and minds were full of them, their anger, their rage, their arrogance..."
Suddenly, the Elezen smiles, "Until of course, the cannons opened up. The roars of dragons, met by the shuddering cracks of the sky piercers and berthas. It was the only way I knew the battle was not lost. If the cannons had stopped, and the screams continued, It would mean the city was soon to fall."
Evangeline begins loading the pistol as well, copying Vaughn's movements, "But it did not, and I remember that noise. The boom and crash of resistance..."
"Since then, that's what they've represent to me." She continues to grin as she tamps down a musket ball, "The power to destroy demons."
"And to survive the night."
She laughs, "All a bit foolish isn't it? Still, I find them romantic all the same."
"Dragonscreams... their cries, we call them such, but it is not the truth. They are not sound... exactly. Often a dragon might wail, without even taking a breath, its mouth closed."
"The lesser ones, cry, it is true, but the larger ones roar, and it is... a force. A projection of their power, their dominance over my people. During Nidhogg's last assualt, I lay hunched in a shelter, carved into the rock of the city."
Images of trembling rock, huddled terrified children, and the stink of terror fill her mind. "Their roars and screams are not sound.. so rock did not stop them. Our ears and minds were full of them, their anger, their rage, their arrogance..."
Suddenly, the Elezen smiles, "Until of course, the cannons opened up. The roars of dragons, met by the shuddering cracks of the sky piercers and berthas. It was the only way I knew the battle was not lost. If the cannons had stopped, and the screams continued, It would mean the city was soon to fall."
Evangeline begins loading the pistol as well, copying Vaughn's movements, "But it did not, and I remember that noise. The boom and crash of resistance..."
"Since then, that's what they've represent to me." She continues to grin as she tamps down a musket ball, "The power to destroy demons."
"And to survive the night."
She laughs, "All a bit foolish isn't it? Still, I find them romantic all the same."
