12.Aug.13, 08:33 PM
Quenym poked and prodded at the pie crust as the girl spoke, leaving a vent and heading over to the fire to make sure it was not enough. At least, whet he figured would be hot enough. No greenery in the North?! Ick! But even as he moved to put the pie in the oven, his brow was furrowed.
"Snow?" The boy asked cautiously. "Sounds dangerous." Not that he actually knew what it was, but he didn't want to let the girl onto that fact. He had already made enough of a fool of himself. "I don't think I'd like to be that North. I would hate not having trees or whatnot. I like green." He nodded firmly. Green was definitely the best color, especially on the ground. Or on a dragon. Green dragons were nice too, he supposed.
He shoved the pie straight into the center of the oven and closed the door to let it bake. "I don't think that I would like to live up north. Even if it can be almost as hot as here, it doesn't sound as fun. Not even the yellowfruit! Aren't you glad that you came down here? I mean, now you can see all the trees and have as many yellowfruits as you like, and be around dragons to boot!" Quenym nodded firmly in his assessment of the situation.
"As long as I gotta wait for the pie to cook, why don't you tell me about it, anyway? Or more about it. I think I'd like to hear it." He sat himself down on a stood by the hearth and motioned for her to take the other one. "...how long do I gotta wait for it, anyway?"
"Snow?" The boy asked cautiously. "Sounds dangerous." Not that he actually knew what it was, but he didn't want to let the girl onto that fact. He had already made enough of a fool of himself. "I don't think I'd like to be that North. I would hate not having trees or whatnot. I like green." He nodded firmly. Green was definitely the best color, especially on the ground. Or on a dragon. Green dragons were nice too, he supposed.
He shoved the pie straight into the center of the oven and closed the door to let it bake. "I don't think that I would like to live up north. Even if it can be almost as hot as here, it doesn't sound as fun. Not even the yellowfruit! Aren't you glad that you came down here? I mean, now you can see all the trees and have as many yellowfruits as you like, and be around dragons to boot!" Quenym nodded firmly in his assessment of the situation.
"As long as I gotta wait for the pie to cook, why don't you tell me about it, anyway? Or more about it. I think I'd like to hear it." He sat himself down on a stood by the hearth and motioned for her to take the other one. "...how long do I gotta wait for it, anyway?"