Aven Blanc
I'm not Jon Snow... I know stuff.
"No."
Aven pointed a once again ice-covered finger at the green girl's face, getting a little bit red at the question, and the comment about his height. The idea of owning a slave was repugnant to him, like killing babies or eating ropos. He looked straight into her eyes, and sighed softly.
"I'm nobody's master. You can follow me around, if you want... Maybe help me figure out what to do in this galaxy I don't know. But I'm not 'master'. I'm Aven."
Satisfied that he'd forestalled any other titles like that, he smirked crookedly and put a hand between their heads as if to compare their heights.
"And I'm the same height at you, Dot Girl."
[member="Rana Talrin"]
Aven pointed a once again ice-covered finger at the green girl's face, getting a little bit red at the question, and the comment about his height. The idea of owning a slave was repugnant to him, like killing babies or eating ropos. He looked straight into her eyes, and sighed softly.
"I'm nobody's master. You can follow me around, if you want... Maybe help me figure out what to do in this galaxy I don't know. But I'm not 'master'. I'm Aven."
Satisfied that he'd forestalled any other titles like that, he smirked crookedly and put a hand between their heads as if to compare their heights.
"And I'm the same height at you, Dot Girl."
[member="Rana Talrin"]