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08-16-2014, 04:18 PM
I can see by her body posture and the tilt of her ears that Sheba is not particularly pleased with my questioning, or my persistence. The answer she gives me is not quite what I had hoped to gain - it contains no information of where she resides here in Helovia. Honestly, I'm more interested because she has continually dodged the question. My nostrils flare as I sigh, and let the thoughts and moment itself slide easily from my mind. She is from some place named Ailleurs. Strange, and she is right in saying that I don't know the place. She frowns and it seems she does not have good memories of the place. Perhaps she would rather forget it. Her question and point about trifles is good and true, and I concede that I may have pressed more than I need to. "Aye, I've pressed a fair bit, only because you evaded the question. I do not care where you are from." I shrug and turn my head, acting as though I have much better things to do with my time, as if there are things I'd rather do and may be more interested in. In truth, I have no where in particular to be, but that doesn't mean that I can't push her a little to be more open. "Do you have another question for me?" I flick my own ears and swish my leonine tail around my legs as I watch her pale form. There's something strange about Sheba, but I find her intriguing and I'd rather enjoy having our question game continue much, much further.
My ears flick back, listening to the sounds of Damaris barking at those who may be on the island now. She is full of glee and oblivious this time to any unease or annoyance from me. Well, at least one of us is carefree. I reach down and grab the flask from around my neck, taking a swig and letting the strong drink flow down my throat. I gulp it down, and let the flask fall to my chest so it may fill up again. Ahhhh... A strong drink always eases my nerves and any tension that may fill my mind.
My ears flick back, listening to the sounds of Damaris barking at those who may be on the island now. She is full of glee and oblivious this time to any unease or annoyance from me. Well, at least one of us is carefree. I reach down and grab the flask from around my neck, taking a swig and letting the strong drink flow down my throat. I gulp it down, and let the flask fall to my chest so it may fill up again. Ahhhh... A strong drink always eases my nerves and any tension that may fill my mind.
Rostislav
more than a drunken fool
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