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Csinda's leg was having a good day today, even though her wing had morning practice, and that usually left her limping in the afternoon.
Better than drinking in the evening, Tijuth muttered softly, though still intended for her beloved to pick up on.
Csinda made a rude gesture that the green couldn't have seen, since she was outside, eating, and Csinda was inside, doing the same. Since there was no obviously intended target for her vulgarity, anyone in the vicinity could have interpreted it as being meant for them. Csinda didn't care. If somebody wanted to start something, she was up for that. She never turned down a fight.
Though perhaps you should, was Tijuth's suggestion. I'm going to get fat if we keep getting grounded.
Csinda made a different rude gesture, knowing Tijuth would pick up on the sense of it, even if she couldn't see it.
Better than drinking in the evening, Tijuth muttered softly, though still intended for her beloved to pick up on.
Csinda made a rude gesture that the green couldn't have seen, since she was outside, eating, and Csinda was inside, doing the same. Since there was no obviously intended target for her vulgarity, anyone in the vicinity could have interpreted it as being meant for them. Csinda didn't care. If somebody wanted to start something, she was up for that. She never turned down a fight.
Though perhaps you should, was Tijuth's suggestion. I'm going to get fat if we keep getting grounded.
Csinda made a different rude gesture, knowing Tijuth would pick up on the sense of it, even if she couldn't see it.
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M’ari saw the gesture. He wasn’t sure it was meant for him, he didn’t think he knew Csinda. Not very well. Certainly not well enough to have earned such a vulgar gesture. Had he offended her somehow?
You might want to ask, Shanath suggested. She was always encouraging M’ari to branch out. She said his branches were still tightly wound, a tree could never prosper that way. That way, you can apologize before things become worse. You wouldn’t want an explosive argument, would you?
M’ari would have rather done almost anything to avoid a fight. He sat nearby, looking carefully at the woman. Well. “I’m M’ari,” he said. “You’re Tijuth’s rider?” Of course he remembered the dragon’s name, rather than the rider’s. He hoped that didn’t make this situation worse. “Shanath’s mine. I’m sure they know each other. Er... Have I upset you?” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Shards. He didn’t know what to say.
You might want to ask, Shanath suggested. She was always encouraging M’ari to branch out. She said his branches were still tightly wound, a tree could never prosper that way. That way, you can apologize before things become worse. You wouldn’t want an explosive argument, would you?
M’ari would have rather done almost anything to avoid a fight. He sat nearby, looking carefully at the woman. Well. “I’m M’ari,” he said. “You’re Tijuth’s rider?” Of course he remembered the dragon’s name, rather than the rider’s. He hoped that didn’t make this situation worse. “Shanath’s mine. I’m sure they know each other. Er... Have I upset you?” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Shards. He didn’t know what to say.
