07-15-2018, 09:41 AM
/Dear god I love him.
Obnoxious. It was first word Solveig had to describe the nuisance that was Swashbucker's shouting. Solveig had dealt with a fair amount of joiners, don't get her wrong, but none had taken to shouting at the top of their lungs across the island. It was grating on the ears and annoying on the mind, and the longer that he continued- over, and over! Yes, they got the point!- the more her annoyance began to grow, her tail lashing slightly as she began to pick her way through the territory towards the entrance.
And just as quickly, that annoyance faded from any line on her face, replaced by the soft, ginger smile that seemed to linger over her face, her features soft and gentle for the violet eyes on her face seemed to shine warmly at the smile. Her posture, too, relaxed, allowing her paws to drift gently across the sand as she made her way closer, near-silent as she watched the fool trying to charm their basket of snakes. Didn't he realize it was no good? Maybe not, though she did have to admit his string of curses was pretty amusing to listen to.
With a soft sigh she made her way forward and stopped some measure of feet away, her paws gathering beneath her as she sat quietly, a poreclain figurine amongst the backdrop of a green island, her chest slowly rising and falling with the idle breaths she drew in. He was certainly occupied by the snakes, wasn't he? His cursing kept on going after the poor beasts. "The Typhoon does harbor a number of pirates," Solveig would say, reaching out with her telepathy in an attempt to link his mind with her own, her lips not moving with the words as her voice would instead breach his mind, soft and honey-sweet. "However, we would appreciate, sir, if you would stop your shouting. What is your name? And what business do you have here?"
[align=center]TagsObnoxious. It was first word Solveig had to describe the nuisance that was Swashbucker's shouting. Solveig had dealt with a fair amount of joiners, don't get her wrong, but none had taken to shouting at the top of their lungs across the island. It was grating on the ears and annoying on the mind, and the longer that he continued- over, and over! Yes, they got the point!- the more her annoyance began to grow, her tail lashing slightly as she began to pick her way through the territory towards the entrance.
And just as quickly, that annoyance faded from any line on her face, replaced by the soft, ginger smile that seemed to linger over her face, her features soft and gentle for the violet eyes on her face seemed to shine warmly at the smile. Her posture, too, relaxed, allowing her paws to drift gently across the sand as she made her way closer, near-silent as she watched the fool trying to charm their basket of snakes. Didn't he realize it was no good? Maybe not, though she did have to admit his string of curses was pretty amusing to listen to.
With a soft sigh she made her way forward and stopped some measure of feet away, her paws gathering beneath her as she sat quietly, a poreclain figurine amongst the backdrop of a green island, her chest slowly rising and falling with the idle breaths she drew in. He was certainly occupied by the snakes, wasn't he? His cursing kept on going after the poor beasts. "The Typhoon does harbor a number of pirates," Solveig would say, reaching out with her telepathy in an attempt to link his mind with her own, her lips not moving with the words as her voice would instead breach his mind, soft and honey-sweet. "However, we would appreciate, sir, if you would stop your shouting. What is your name? And what business do you have here?"