#aeinsof

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"Whoa--! That staff is so cool!"

Dark eyes sparkle with delight as she approaches the boy--more specifically, the staff that he's holding. Laine looks it up and down, scanning over every detail.

"That cardinal is beautifully painted--it looks hand carved? It's so clean! It's got such a nice shine to it, too!"

She's so preoccupied with the staff that she hasn't realized that the boy has pointed ears.

@aeinsof inquired – [mh v carmen. hiiieeee]

"forgive me if this is rude, but i've been wondering. how do you aim your bow?"

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐫, finding its place on its grip instinctively. She means no harm, but Nu Udra mass squirming within his infrastructure tells him to remain cautious.

" My Palico and Seikret help me aim. " The grit in his voice comes stern. " That... and I can smell their wounds. " A new ability that begrudgingly came with becoming blind. There are certain hunts he'll avoid with utmost certainty now, but at least he can smell the blood seeping from their...

His breath hitches. Xavier's body stills as his sightless gaze stares into nothingness.

A few heartbeats later, life breaths back into him. " ...Any other questions? " He says gruffly, and begins to tune his weapon.

hands in mouth meme. gotta feel them teefers for science ok.

Put your finger in there. JUST ONE. (Accepting!)

This isn't the first time he's had curious hands in his mouth, and he patiently lets her explore it, his bone-crushing molars held back, sharp cuspids and bicuspids taking the place of premolars, his canines and incisors unnaturally sharp. His tongue is a little pointed and ridged, and the beginnings of small fire gland openings sit in the meat of his mandible, near the back of his mouth.

Notably, the canines on his bottom jaw are thick and stick out a bit, slotting perfectly into a pair of diastemata sitting between his upper incisors and canines, giving him the look of having tusks. Little bits of Bomb Arowana scales are flecked here and there in his teeth, as he regularly eats them to make his fire more explosive.

UGH --- BLECH! This one even sounded like Twilight Sparkle!

Disgusting. The cretin was lucky he was human, otherwise she wouldn't so much as send a drone to feed off him (let alone herself).

If she had drones, that is. The thought sparked something red-hot in her thorax, and when she spoke it billowed out on the embers of a furious hiss.

𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰. An aura of confusion comes to pass, but it's a slight annoyance that remains in its wake. Why does such a phrase fester old memories– memories that are still locked behind the shroud of partialism.

Much of it he can recall. Balduran's willful and arrogant personality will forever be woven into the fibers of his being. That much he doesn't mind. It's what he still can't pick apart without manifesting a headache that he can't stand.

So he'll need to reflect later on this sentiment.

He swirls his almost empty cup of wine. The soft hum of the Astral Plane weaving a thread of contemplation between them. Perhaps...

" No. " The illithid dumps his remaining wine over the leech's head. He will not entertain such possibilities.

@aeinsof sent: look out. there's something in the cabinet. a scuttler a scuttling.

SHE'S SORTING THROUGH LAUNDRY WHEN SHE HEARS IT. Something scuttling within the confines of her cabinet. Mari doesn't question it, for a second; instead she thinks that one of the downy crakes must have snuck into the cabinet or something. There was always that one particular one that caused mischief, no matter what she or the housekeepurrs did.

With a sigh, she sets aside the folded tunic and saunters over. "Alright, which one of you got stuck in there? Was it Feathers? Was it Johnny? You better not be building another nest—"

scrubbing all up by your lonesome?? thats pathetic