"But-" he repeats weakly, but gives up.
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Percy joins Silas at the bright package and pokes the wrapping into crinckling just so, like a string getting wiggled from above.
Seizing on the sudden appearance gifts, Vashti darts forward to hers, subtlety adjusting her dress and armor, trying to hide her flushed face.
Oh, my this is pretty! Is it warm? I'm warm. Are you warm? It's rather warm all of a sudden!
With a few deft moves, she ties her second holy symbol to her belt, wiggles and twists her hips to make sure it is secured and looks back at the group as she spins quickly.
Very pretty, yes?
"I, oh, yes! Quite warm actually." The elf shows the slightest flush of color, certainly very confused, conflicted, and not at all how he usually is.
Turning to the gifts, he lifts his blade from the scabbard and sits on the ground cross legged, unconsciously showing off how much his limbs are no longer a totally appropriate length.
Taking a small knife, he removes the old grip of his weapon and marvels at the new one. His fingers trace over the curves and edges, memorizing the texture before cleaning off the old adhesive and adding on the new. Twisting the grip in his hand, he stretches and does some basic swings, and that's when it really becomes obvious what it is to see an elf wield a blade. It is like both dance and art as he practices.
As she seems to get settled, Ered resheaths his weapon and momentarily...assesses(?) Vashti. A slight smile crosses his lips.
"It suits you."
So...graceful...
Placing her hands on her hips, she inclines her head slightly toward him, watching Ered's deft hands caress and renew his blade.
Unblinking, she is entranced by his short dance.
Startled at his comment, she turns a deep crimson at being "caught" watching his movement.
*clearing throat*
Thank you...it does? Yes, tha...er thank you...um, your new sword hilt looks quite functional and deadly...you, dance really nicely... couldyoymaybepossiblyteachmetodancesometimewhenwearen'tbusyand... I said that aloud, didn't I? Ummmm....right..errr
If possible, she turns an even deeper shade of red.
*mumbling*
Acting like a idot teenager, I don't need to act like that, I'm a grown women.
*end mumbling*
Yes, I would like you to teach me to dance better, when you have time. better, yes, that's better..
The package was enticing, it just screamed at him to attack it, to roll about in it. He started to wiggle for a moment just a small one before he shook his head slightly looking chagrined. Placing both hands on his lap he glanced over to the other side of the package and gave the incouragible gnome a mock stern stare before he gave her a toothy grin.
He unwrapped the large gift like a civilized being though his tail clearly didnt care for propriety lashing back and forth like it was.
Son of a ...
He muttered aloud a tone of excitement and awe in his voice when seeing what was under the wrapping. He reached in and pulled out a tooth, whistling at Allie, he grinned as he tossed her a tooth, then he pulled out another and another tossing them to everyone.... well except for the older two acting like teenagers in the half center of the clearing. They were uh... busy it seemed like and again a moment of sadness forced itself to wash over him, though he shook it off for a moment and focused on the dragon parts remaining.
Look Hila, some scale to add to your leather armor I am making, a feirce thing you will look to be sure.
He said not completely aware yet she could actually understand him.
"Oh, is that what you've been doing? You want to make me armor?" It was as if a realization just dawned on her. "That's why you've been collecting random parts from things we kill. I just thought you liked to hoard things. That's very nice of you cat."
As you finish opening your gifts, you hear a faint *whirring* sound followed by a *miaow*. A moment later, a Tiny familiar-looking wagon flies into sight, being chased by a black cat with a white patch on her chest.
"Was that...the Slaygon?" Zses asks, a little perplexed by what just happened. "Shouldn't we go after it?"
Percy stares for a moment.
Even I wasn't expecting that. Why the cat?
"Uh, what was that? Why is Silence's nephew running around?"
Allie coos at the presence of the cat. "Here kitty kitty! Come here little one! You're so cute and fluffy!" She pats her legs and smiles warmly.
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"Well that's bizarre."
Ered smiles, relaxing as he sees that he's not the only one stumbling over words.
"That sounds like a good idea. A very pleasan-" the thought isn't even finished as he stares open mouthed at the...wagon?!
He rubs his eyes and blinks, looking again. And then repeating the motion again.
"And I thought things were strange before...."
At the aperance of the wagon and cat, Vashti stops cold.
Leaning against Ered chest, she crosses her arms and ankles, tilts her head and grunts.
Huh, well, that's not something you see everyday. I definitely don't think we are in Whitethrone anymore. Yes, I would like to dance with you, you make it look graceful and pretty. The best I can manage is enthusiastic and fun.
He was about to resond to Hila's comment when the slaygon made its appearance little fuzzems in tow.
I err... what?"
He began very confusedly his head tilting to the side staring at the feline chasing the wagon. He frowned not sure what to make of it, his tail too confused decided it should lash back and forth in hurried agitation.
Hila stops her train of thought and chases after the the kitten, her canine instincts kicking in.
As Hila charges, the cat wheels to face her and rises onto her hind legs. Claws bared, she hisses in warning.
The tiny Slaygon, meanwhile, floats over to the party and circles the shiny tree. You hear a happy *bleat*.
Hobbes looks at his companion shaking his head. "Hey, leave the tiny cat alone."
Percy giggles at the display. You probably don't want to mess with the wildlife here, Pup. Things are rarely what get seem in the First World.
Hila growls and walks away back to the group.
Allie growls at Hila. "DONT YOU DARE HURT IT!" Alie runs up to the kitty. "Beg your pardon, kitty. The dumb dog meant nothing by it!"
As Hila backs off, the cat cautiously slinks back down on all fours. Upon Allie's approach, it rubs itself against her legs and purrs before bounding away a few feet. Then it looks back over its shoulder at all of you and meows.
"I'm sorry." Hila says putting her head down.
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It's fine little one, Allie talks and plays rough.
I would not chase things here without someone checking it out first.
This is nothing like home, be on guard.
not like home, take him home, tak....Allie is getting along with the kitty cat...it purred against her legs....why is it so warm....the fire in my blood...this is not funny...the cat, Allie, ally cat...bad cat?
Still flushed, Vashti grits her teeth and continues to adapt to the first world.
Retaining focus, composure, dignity and calm are visible battle on her face as she alternates through a torrent of emotions.
My lady, this is...not, what I expected today...a little help? Guidance? Anything?
Allie, not paying attention to anything else, runs after the cat.
Allie, not paying attention to anything else, runs after the cat.
crap Um..no,no that's not good, After her!
well, that is one way to keep me distracted from...the other issue...
"Allie! Wait up!" Zses shouts, running after Allie. He wasn't the resident expert on the first world, but chasing random kitties that popped out of nowhere didn't look like a good idea.
It'll be fine. Or it won't. Percy chirps add they run after the cat. This is the perfect way to find out!
You follow Allie who follows the strange cat to a place where the vegetation turns to thick, densely-packed thorns. It soon becomes impassable via mundane means. Without breaking stride, the cat veers left for several hundred yards, finally stopping in front of a place where the thorns have not yet fully grown together. Stepping inside this natural passage, it once again turns back and *meows* at you.
Allie, once again bewitched by the cute kitty, follows unquestioningly.
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Hobbes runs after the party.
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I wonder what The Lady would think about this...We're quite a long way away from meeting any of those...well, I imagine so...Why am I smiling? Am I smiling? And don't you dare start laughing. I am NOT amusing. And NO, I am not blushing. I'm just...not used to this climate.
Ered also joins in the running, still wondering exactly what The Lady would think about the strangeness of their situation.
She does move quickly, though...
And once the elf realizes the undergrowth they are going through, he begins cursing in practically every language he knows.
"Exactly WHY are we following creatures we don't know?! Did we not learn the last time that strange creatures are not to be entirely trusted?"
Who said anything about trusting? Percy makes a confused face at the newly transformed elf then disappears between the branbles.
"It's leading us through the undergrowth? And we're just going along with it?"
Seeing the others running off after the strange kitten Sigrun rubs Lyosha's shoulders. "I'm thinking maybe we should follow."
He began to hurriedly repack the bigger present before following the others pulling it along.
Uh guys... where... where are we going?"
He began wanting to keep up.
"One of the little ones is chasing after the cat! And I have NO idea why!"
The elf seems to be booking it with quite a bit of speed, but his movements are more coordinated, as he moves around some bits of undergrowth here and there.
"Da," he responds listlessly while watching Hila chase after the cat.
Maybe Sigrun's right.
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Maybe Sigrun's right.
Maybe Sigrun's right.
Maybe Sigrun's right.
Maybe Sigrun's right.
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Maybe Sigrun's right.
Maybe Sigrun's right.
Maybe Sigrun's right.