[ Summer saying that he is not a disappointment sends a strange shock through Ezar, that feeling like his heart has squeezed in his chest, half hope and half horror. He wishes such a thing could be true, and knows leadenly that it is not, it's merely that he's too good at keeping his secrets. Yet it still feels traitorously good to hear, like he wishes he could roll in it until it sinks into his skin and somehow becomes true. Instead, he holds himself still but for his eyes widening... and it matters little, since what she says next banishes those thoughts anyway.
Ezar has no idea who this "him" was who said those things to Summer, but his opinion is clear: a low, teeth-bared growl, eyes narrowed, tail lashing before he calms himself at her request for stories. He will find out later who this person is, so if he ever meets them, he can remove some delicate portion of their anatomy for saying such a thing to someone that's his.
There isn't enough room in the bathroom for him to simply wrap his people in his wings as he'd like to, and it frustrates him. All he can do is lean down and stretch out one too-long arm so he can rest his hand on Summer's hair, ready to pull away if she finds it troubling.
Though G'raha's story, at least, is quite interesting. His eyebrows go up at the mention of magics of the soul, though he says nothing; any comment would be too revealing. And he does laugh at the thought of G'raha being chased around by a mage's strange familiars. ]
Where did you find such a person?
[ The only place name in it, "Sullen," isn't one he recognizes, but he has little doubt G'raha's more well-traveled than he, for all that he's sailed with the Crimson Fleet. They didn't do magics like that, not in his home village, and he's the only one who's survived it anyway. But he wonders, if there are other people who have gifts similar to the ones they so jealously guarded. Perhaps it doesn't make a difference here, but... he can't help but be curious. ]
Can offer my own silly story. Right after I joined the Crimson Fleet and was out on my first ship, chief told me I was to fetch her three fulms of gig line. Didn't know what gig line was, but you don't ask the chief questions, aye? I got run over the entire fuckin' ship asking where the gig line was and gettin' sent to this person or that person and then up to the crow's nest thrice before the chief found me again and told me it's the line your buttons make down the front of your uniform.
[ He grins. ]
And then she put me on watch for the rest of the run because she said I was so handy climbin' the mast and didn't whine about it, so I got the better end anyway.
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Ezar has no idea who this "him" was who said those things to Summer, but his opinion is clear: a low, teeth-bared growl, eyes narrowed, tail lashing before he calms himself at her request for stories. He will find out later who this person is, so if he ever meets them, he can remove some delicate portion of their anatomy for saying such a thing to someone that's his.
There isn't enough room in the bathroom for him to simply wrap his people in his wings as he'd like to, and it frustrates him. All he can do is lean down and stretch out one too-long arm so he can rest his hand on Summer's hair, ready to pull away if she finds it troubling.
Though G'raha's story, at least, is quite interesting. His eyebrows go up at the mention of magics of the soul, though he says nothing; any comment would be too revealing. And he does laugh at the thought of G'raha being chased around by a mage's strange familiars. ]
Where did you find such a person?
[ The only place name in it, "Sullen," isn't one he recognizes, but he has little doubt G'raha's more well-traveled than he, for all that he's sailed with the Crimson Fleet. They didn't do magics like that, not in his home village, and he's the only one who's survived it anyway. But he wonders, if there are other people who have gifts similar to the ones they so jealously guarded. Perhaps it doesn't make a difference here, but... he can't help but be curious. ]
Can offer my own silly story. Right after I joined the Crimson Fleet and was out on my first ship, chief told me I was to fetch her three fulms of gig line. Didn't know what gig line was, but you don't ask the chief questions, aye? I got run over the entire fuckin' ship asking where the gig line was and gettin' sent to this person or that person and then up to the crow's nest thrice before the chief found me again and told me it's the line your buttons make down the front of your uniform.
[ He grins. ]
And then she put me on watch for the rest of the run because she said I was so handy climbin' the mast and didn't whine about it, so I got the better end anyway.