24.May.14, 07:19 PM
"Proddy, is she? No wonder Lump is after her. Swat him if he gets on your nerves." He spoke callously, but it was a rather transparent act. Her loved his obnoxious little bronze friends. He watched as Lump forlornly waddled after Mimic, leaving Bastard watching with what had to be disapproval. "Yeah, I know it...Your little buddy is an idiot, isn't he, Bastard?" Ali cooed at the little bronze as he scratched his neck.
The greenrider presently returned his attention to Syra. "I already ate, but thanks for the heads up. What, are those fuckers getting to make special meal orders now?" For all he knew, it might have been common practice. They seemed to have everything else handed to them. It aggravated him, but it was part of life. He was too relaxed and pleasantly drowsy to get worked up right now, but the snarky frustration was still audible in his voice.
It would have been easy to just slip deeper into the warm water and fall asleep. He had plenty of good company, too...Ast was sleep, but her presence was comforting just the same, and the girl seemed reasonable. She wasn't talking his ear off or being ridiculous, and he honestly found female company comforting when his own taste in men was so...risky.
"So, you gonna be a queenrider one day?" he asked lazily. It wasn't a well thought out question. He recognized her and was almost certain she wasn't a northerner or hold born, and a gold Impression to such a girl would be rare indeed. Was it even possible? Shards if he knew. He didn't pay much attention to things like that, but he knew that it was one hell of a gossiping point when it came up. Nothing like a good old-fashioned game of 'who will Impress gold?' to hurt feelings and lose money! He had no way of knowing Syra's true motivations, of course.
The greenrider presently returned his attention to Syra. "I already ate, but thanks for the heads up. What, are those fuckers getting to make special meal orders now?" For all he knew, it might have been common practice. They seemed to have everything else handed to them. It aggravated him, but it was part of life. He was too relaxed and pleasantly drowsy to get worked up right now, but the snarky frustration was still audible in his voice.
It would have been easy to just slip deeper into the warm water and fall asleep. He had plenty of good company, too...Ast was sleep, but her presence was comforting just the same, and the girl seemed reasonable. She wasn't talking his ear off or being ridiculous, and he honestly found female company comforting when his own taste in men was so...risky.
"So, you gonna be a queenrider one day?" he asked lazily. It wasn't a well thought out question. He recognized her and was almost certain she wasn't a northerner or hold born, and a gold Impression to such a girl would be rare indeed. Was it even possible? Shards if he knew. He didn't pay much attention to things like that, but he knew that it was one hell of a gossiping point when it came up. Nothing like a good old-fashioned game of 'who will Impress gold?' to hurt feelings and lose money! He had no way of knowing Syra's true motivations, of course.