Flight of Fan-cy-fare
Dec 19, 2017 23:03:10 GMT -5
Post by The Legion on Dec 19, 2017 23:03:10 GMT -5
Mumford gave Ophyra a skeptical look - really? drums? Who follows drums? - but couldn't think of any reply that wasn't entirely rude. And since he liked Ophyra, he was not inclined to deliberate rudeness. So he stuck to watching the little Midnight that kept trying to meld with the witch whenever it was startled. You need to learn to relax, he advised Adromeda with all the superiority of a youth, combined with cat smugness. If you don't, you will surely spend all of your time hiding - and where is the fun in that? That's right, Mumford just cared about the impact on having adventures, not anything deeper or more meaningful. Sigh. Oh, and food. He cared about that. Yes, please! he chimed when Ophyra asked if he wanted more, daintily taking strip of meat and then enthusiastically ripping it into bite sized chunks, bolting them down with a complete lack of grace. At least his Thank you! was not actually impeded by talking with his mouth full...
While Mumford failed to actually tell Tinker that food had been found, she could feel him pleasure at eating, and after a moment, accessed his perceptions. Food! she crowed, and, giving up her grooming, trotted down to join Mumford, Ophyra, and the baby firelizards. Is there enough for me? she asked, sitting down primly on the far side of Mumford so as to not crowd Ophyra (or Andromeda, but that was not by intent).
If Alabaster could have sniffed disdainfully at Ren, he might have done so. Maybe. The Turian had apologized, though, so maybe not. We arrived recently, he replied evenly, still holding his firm, regal pose (how regal he could really look under a table like that was totally in the eye of the beholder, but he thought he looked good, darn it!). We are still learning the nuances of this place, he conceded after a moment. It is very different from what we are used to.
While Mumford failed to actually tell Tinker that food had been found, she could feel him pleasure at eating, and after a moment, accessed his perceptions. Food! she crowed, and, giving up her grooming, trotted down to join Mumford, Ophyra, and the baby firelizards. Is there enough for me? she asked, sitting down primly on the far side of Mumford so as to not crowd Ophyra (or Andromeda, but that was not by intent).
If Alabaster could have sniffed disdainfully at Ren, he might have done so. Maybe. The Turian had apologized, though, so maybe not. We arrived recently, he replied evenly, still holding his firm, regal pose (how regal he could really look under a table like that was totally in the eye of the beholder, but he thought he looked good, darn it!). We are still learning the nuances of this place, he conceded after a moment. It is very different from what we are used to.