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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:02 am
"If the mother is freeborn, then it isn't really part of the problem, then, is it? The problem I was discussing was thrall mothers and thrall cubs." He was getting irritated with how much this female flopped about on subjects, changing them for no apparent reason. She'd ask him about one thing, then go on about something else! He might have gone on to say that yes, a freeborn lioness would step in to raise cubs. Males didn't even produce milk, so it would be necessary anyways. But she seemed ready to move on, and so was he.
He didn't argue whether or not she was whining, because he'd already determined, in his mind, that this was whining. Perhaps not the one with the biggest cry-baby voice, but whining. "You're asking questions because what I say about your father is bothering you." Possibly Aesir, as well. "I don't think everyone will agree with me," Though he did think they should. "But you are the one who came to me. You already knew what I – and others – have been saying. You probably know, or at least imagined, your questions won't change my mind. So, again, what do you have to worry about?" Njal was pleased now. They had officially become a threat, large enough to get Aesir's attention. At least through his daughter. But he didn't seem to be hanging on her answer, it was practically a rhetorical question, and he moved on without giving her much time to even attempt to answer.
"All you asked me was what I thought was ridiculous, never what solutions I have. And yes, I have solutions. I am merely not in position to implement them." Yet, Njal thought. "Neither do I want to waste more time with you. Do you have anything else you want to say? Because I think I'll be going now." He had a wife to get home to, and some news to tell Thorgrim.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 6:47 am
"I'm asking questions because I want to hear what you have to say. My father doesn't think one lion's grumbling is worth getting fussed over, but I want to hear your explanations for myself. Second-hand knowledge is so...limiting."
It was true that her father didn't give two farts about what Njal was saying. She'd asked him. He'd told her that there would always be malcontents, and as long as Njal only talked and kept his claws sheathed, it did no harm to let them vent their spleens. Kazul was more concerned, but largely because she knew that her father had begun as a malcontent and that hadn't turned out well for Gunne.
"There's no need for you to feel ousted. I have more questions, and I would be interested in hearing your solutions," Kazul began. "But rather than have you embarrass yourself by not actually being able to come up with anything in response, I'll leave you be. You were here first, after all."
She smiled and didn't bother trying to look convincing. This had been a wasted trip. She hadn't learned anything new or even begun to get a trail. It was frustrating.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2012 7:00 am
He only smiled at her response. Perhaps Njal was simply fooling himself, but he had already reached a conclusion that pleased him, and at this point whatever Kazul said simply would not change a thing. He was impervious to whatever implications her words might say, like the insult to his intelligence. She was a whiny little female, and he didn't care.
Besides, things like annoying green warlord-offspring could be dealt with later. "Then go." He said, almost sweetly, like talking to a cub.
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