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18.Sep.13, 08:45 PM
[ghalath] Sorry[/ghalath]
Z'jan was startled. "For what?" But the answer he got startled him even more. [ghalath] I wasn't talking to you.[/ghalath]
Ghalath was talking... to something else? Someone? Z'jan glanced up towards the sky, but didn't see any other riders or dragons. He furrowed his brows, glaring out over the water. Maybe his dragon has simply lost it. Gone mental. The wandering womb or something.
But no, she wasn't alone... there it was, a pale spot wriggling in the water next to her. Naked? Z'jan couldn't tell. Wasn't sure he wanted to. Not that he had anything against naked. Naked was fine. But he had his own, very different associations for the words 'lake' and 'naked' these days. And they were exactly what he wasn't trying to think about right now.
Ghalath, for her part, continued to bob in the water next to the girl. She wasn't quite sure what to do with herself now. She couldn't take off again, or she'd surely bop the fledgling over the head and cause her to drown and then it would be a bad day for everybody. At the same time, she felt compelled to do something. Though the simple "Sorry" was about all this stranger was going to get out of her verbally. But surely there were plenty of other ways to communicate without talking. Or touching.
Surely.
Unfortunately, that only left "staring" and "maneuvering in close proximity-to" left in Ghalath's social repertoire. The dark green titled her head at the girl's words, looking at her closely. Scrutinizing. She brought her muzzle even closer, though not close enough to touch or be touched in return. Her eyes swirled a yellowish-green, though they slowly began to take on a more turquoise hue.
Z'jan had had about enough of being a lead lion stuck prowling on the shore. He cupped his hands to his mouth, his single-word shout bounding across the otherwise glassy surface of the lake. "HEYSORRY!" He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but if Ghalath broke her self imposed silence to speak to a stranger, then it must definitely be something worth apologizing for. When he didn't immediately here an answer, he preemptively pulled his shirt off, then gave it one more go:
"ARE YOU--" ...is who, what? "--GOOD?"
Z'jan was startled. "For what?" But the answer he got startled him even more. [ghalath] I wasn't talking to you.[/ghalath]
Ghalath was talking... to something else? Someone? Z'jan glanced up towards the sky, but didn't see any other riders or dragons. He furrowed his brows, glaring out over the water. Maybe his dragon has simply lost it. Gone mental. The wandering womb or something.
But no, she wasn't alone... there it was, a pale spot wriggling in the water next to her. Naked? Z'jan couldn't tell. Wasn't sure he wanted to. Not that he had anything against naked. Naked was fine. But he had his own, very different associations for the words 'lake' and 'naked' these days. And they were exactly what he wasn't trying to think about right now.
Ghalath, for her part, continued to bob in the water next to the girl. She wasn't quite sure what to do with herself now. She couldn't take off again, or she'd surely bop the fledgling over the head and cause her to drown and then it would be a bad day for everybody. At the same time, she felt compelled to do something. Though the simple "Sorry" was about all this stranger was going to get out of her verbally. But surely there were plenty of other ways to communicate without talking. Or touching.
Surely.
Unfortunately, that only left "staring" and "maneuvering in close proximity-to" left in Ghalath's social repertoire. The dark green titled her head at the girl's words, looking at her closely. Scrutinizing. She brought her muzzle even closer, though not close enough to touch or be touched in return. Her eyes swirled a yellowish-green, though they slowly began to take on a more turquoise hue.
Z'jan had had about enough of being a lead lion stuck prowling on the shore. He cupped his hands to his mouth, his single-word shout bounding across the otherwise glassy surface of the lake. "HEYSORRY!" He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but if Ghalath broke her self imposed silence to speak to a stranger, then it must definitely be something worth apologizing for. When he didn't immediately here an answer, he preemptively pulled his shirt off, then gave it one more go:
"ARE YOU--" ...is who, what? "--GOOD?"
