#|[Not to mention I headcanon Caim's family name with a Romanian influence; even though it's not at all time accurate.]|

[voicelesshatred]

Anonymous :: Would Caim or his dragon care to tell us about a cultural tradition they had in Caerleon?

As the following answer is headcanon, please do not reblog.

“I am not ‘his dragon’,” 〖she began, bristling in outrage despite the innocent intentions of the statement. The dragon’s gaze ultimately fell upon Caim, who had smirked in a manner much too haughty. But that humor of his was brief, barely a flicker as his darkened blues shut in thought. No... remembrance. He had tried to shove the better days into the very back of his mind, locked away to collect dust and remain dead. It was an attempt constantly failed and now it was being shoved back to the forefront of his thoughts.

A sigh inaudible as his left hand rose, fingers curled as if a vessel was in his grasp.】 “There was,” 〖the relay began,〗 “an act that his father once taught him to never perform. It was started in the time of his lost kingdom’s third king, he whom Caim was named for. Generals of Austracia, those who would cause the deaths of two of the second king’s heirs would clink their glasses of ale in celebration of such an act. Those borne of Caerleon were taught to never do such as a sign of respect for the royal family.”