[Dos is by the lake as well, but for a very different reason. To any without earworm or translator, the words that spill from his mouth would be alien, a language long lost and unknown to all but a tiny portion of Dos' universe.
His black eyes are cast skyward, a hawk circling overhead.]
C'mon buddy. I know it was you that left the lizard at my door. Come on back to the tower and I'll give you a treat.
[He catches sight of Nel and nods to the cuff on her wrist.]
What's up girlie? Don't like your new bling?
[The dryness in his tone would suggest he's not thrilled either.]
While bling wasn't a word Nel could say she was familiar with, the context made it mediocre as a puzzle. She stopped dead in her tracks, affronted by the nickname more than anything. It called to mind the early days of the Aquarian military.
She pitched her voice to carry. "The last people to call me that were roadside brigands."
Ah. She remembered him, now. He wasn't just staff, he was the man whose elephants had blasted her with water. Nel watched him, wary, even though she knew his authority did not make him any less or more than a man.
If she sounded dry or ironic, he was intelligent enough to realize why. Deior, Nel suspected, would not allow just anyone to represent his will. Such was often the case with people in positions of power. Especially power that was for all intents and purposes semi-omnipotent.
She wavered but decided to turn her feet toward him. Part of it was curiosity, plain and simple. The violet of her eyes followed the line his stranger ones did, studying the errant hawk.
"If they're not hypersensitive to electricity, I could stun it briefly. I would need a boost, however."
The ever-present paranoia had Nel extremely aware of his size, and calculating how fast she'd need to move if he turned hostile. Even if she couldn't think of a good reason for him to attack, she was done being sorry. If anything, it meant she respected him.
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His black eyes are cast skyward, a hawk circling overhead.]
C'mon buddy. I know it was you that left the lizard at my door. Come on back to the tower and I'll give you a treat.
[He catches sight of Nel and nods to the cuff on her wrist.]
What's up girlie? Don't like your new bling?
[The dryness in his tone would suggest he's not thrilled either.]
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She pitched her voice to carry. "The last people to call me that were roadside brigands."
Ah. She remembered him, now. He wasn't just staff, he was the man whose elephants had blasted her with water. Nel watched him, wary, even though she knew his authority did not make him any less or more than a man.
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His black eyes turn back to the bird overhead, the Stable-Masters arm held steady for it to perch should it choose to obey.
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If she sounded dry or ironic, he was intelligent enough to realize why. Deior, Nel suspected, would not allow just anyone to represent his will. Such was often the case with people in positions of power. Especially power that was for all intents and purposes semi-omnipotent.
She wavered but decided to turn her feet toward him. Part of it was curiosity, plain and simple. The violet of her eyes followed the line his stranger ones did, studying the errant hawk.
"If they're not hypersensitive to electricity, I could stun it briefly. I would need a boost, however."
The ever-present paranoia had Nel extremely aware of his size, and calculating how fast she'd need to move if he turned hostile. Even if she couldn't think of a good reason for him to attack, she was done being sorry. If anything, it meant she respected him.
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