[Zhaneel might have missed this if not for the attentiveness she shows the journals. As it is, she brightens at the very familiar sounding voice; although the fact that it is a bit pain laced is certainly not something pleasing.
Grapple, get ready for a whole lot of gryphon face up in your journal page!]
Grrrapple, are you alrrrright?
[Zhaneel hasn't had the pleasure of dealing with someone that has come back to the Keep before, so she (regretably) doesn't realize that this Grapple doesn't know her yet. Oops.]
[Zhaneel's wide gaped beak slowly begins to close at Grapple's less than excited response. She hadn't seen the woman in weeks and was rather thrilled, but Grapple's words kinda sorta put that all on hold.]
We met at the therrrmal poolsss, Grrrapple.
[Her head tilts slightly to one side and her voice softens, ears flicking first forward and then back against her skull.]
You do not rrrememberrrr?
[She is now trilling because she is just a bit upset. Not at Grapple herself, mind, but the situation not going at all as she expected it to.]
[Thermal pools... thermal pools... Grapple can't remember the last time she was near anything like that. Perhaps when she was up near the old Swiss border a few months back. Even so, a face like Zhaneel's is a fairly distinct one.]
[Yes, I can't imagine Grapple would have run into many gryphons during her travels.
Zhaneel's ears flick forward and pin back again. A beaked face might be difficult to read, but though the motions are animalistic, the unhappiness is pretty universal.]
I.. It issss alrrrright... It issss not yourrr fault.
[Oh, but this was a rather brutal slap to the psyche.]
My name issss Zhaneel... if you arrre in need of anything, pleassse jussst asssk...
[Feeble attempt to regain some semblance of not-depressed is go!]
Grapple, get ready for a whole lot of gryphon face up in your journal page!]
Grrrapple, are you alrrrright?
[Zhaneel hasn't had the pleasure of dealing with someone that has come back to the Keep before, so she (regretably) doesn't realize that this Grapple doesn't know her yet. Oops.]
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[Wait. What. Someone knows her name? Grapple stares at the video of the gryphon.]
You know me?
[She has no idea what Zhaneel is, or who for that matter, but Grapple is already resisting the urge to comment on how cute she is.]
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We met at the therrrmal poolsss, Grrrapple.
[Her head tilts slightly to one side and her voice softens, ears flicking first forward and then back against her skull.]
You do not rrrememberrrr?
[She is now trilling because she is just a bit upset. Not at Grapple herself, mind, but the situation not going at all as she expected it to.]
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I... Sorry sweetie. Are you sure it was me?
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Zhaneel's ears flick forward and pin back again. A beaked face might be difficult to read, but though the motions are animalistic, the unhappiness is pretty universal.]
I.. It issss alrrrright... It issss not yourrr fault.
[Oh, but this was a rather brutal slap to the psyche.]
My name issss Zhaneel... if you arrre in need of anything, pleassse jussst asssk...
[Feeble attempt to regain some semblance of not-depressed is go!]
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