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05-19-2016, 01:02 PM
Something in her hardens. I only notice because the griffon turns about and scowls at me like I’m a cobra, or maybe even a slug inching across her paw. One ear flips backwards - what did I say? - the other remains upright, golden eyes tilting to the dark female alongside me, hardening. Some of it is defensive, an expectation for violence throwing up a sudden wall (mother hadn’t liked being verbally out maneuvered, at all), while some of it is arrogance, and the last portion of it a simple lack of understanding…mostly about women, and their flippant moods. Fuck you, too, lady. It’s not my fault your mom taught you how to wander around, thinking about whatever girls like Själ think about. Her nod is cold in all the way the cat creature is hostile. Still, she doesn’t walk away. We just stand in close proximity to one another and act frustrated, like absolute social fuck ups; maybe we are. Maybe for all my courtly experience, I’m just a little too rough around the edges still to really be all that noble after all (I obviously know nothing about nobility going hand in hand with humility). For instance, she dislikes me, along with around 80% or more of those I’ve met. I also don’t notice that she’s mostly bluffing in her response (still floating about on my extensively heightened cloud podium). I nod when she shrugs, understanding the urge to follow ones personal whims rather than the uptight regiments of others. I played soldier for a season. It was too much structure for me. When could a boy find time to adventure when they were forced to run drills, patrols, and attend meetings all the time? "I was raised the Basin my first year and have pretty well been aimless since," I don’t remember seeing her there, but that doesn’t mean shit (I was probably out on one of those seven million patrols I mentioned earlier), "it’s much more fun this way. Having someone boss you around all the time sucks." Especially if it’s d’Artagnan, Ashamin, or Thranduil: one old as dirt, the other filled with cloud fluff, and the last a great big, golden asshole in a fancy cloak. [ OOC: LOL little does he know Ashamin could smoosh him now ] |
@Sjal
