Uwaritace
so what if I'm crazy?
all the best people are
all the best people are
Uwaritace. He didn’t need a disembodied voice to tell him the name of the tree corpse hanging above their heads, but it does anyway. Always. So much so that he has automatically tuned out the ghostly whisper at the back of his mind- just another extraordinarily ordinary phenomenon of everyday rift life. The first time he came here, maybe, it was still a little unnerving. Now? Not so much. He doesn’t come here that often, preferring other, more alive areas of the mists to this... more or less dead giant dominating the land. For a partygoer like him, there really wasn’t much to see, and even less to do but then again, nowhere in the rift was actually boring. Thrill came to patient hunter. And who said that he couldn’t help a few lost souls on the way?Elegy was known for his hospitality and warmth. Of course.
”It’s an introduction, silly.” The hybrid explained in amusement as he landed, onyx wings folding neatly at his flank. He swept the two strangers with a curious gaze, green depths glinting with the hungry eagerness of a predator. Two drabcoat girls, it seemed. A little better than the rest of their kind maybe, but nothing befitting a proper Riftian. Really, the rift could be a little more careful about the riffraff it picks up on the way. The stallion’s smooth rumble includes a hint of superior pity as he introduces the monolith of a tree to the two. ”She likes to tell everyone her name when they come by- well, anything that has enough mind to hear. She’s being polite, or something like that.” Elegy enunciates each word carefully and slowly, as if worried that they wouldn’t understand. He wasn’t taking any chances with these poor, weak newcomers, after all. Canine teeth bare in a mischievous smile as he gestures towards the tree: ”The monsters here do talk, child.”
”It’s an introduction, silly.” The hybrid explained in amusement as he landed, onyx wings folding neatly at his flank. He swept the two strangers with a curious gaze, green depths glinting with the hungry eagerness of a predator. Two drabcoat girls, it seemed. A little better than the rest of their kind maybe, but nothing befitting a proper Riftian. Really, the rift could be a little more careful about the riffraff it picks up on the way. The stallion’s smooth rumble includes a hint of superior pity as he introduces the monolith of a tree to the two. ”She likes to tell everyone her name when they come by- well, anything that has enough mind to hear. She’s being polite, or something like that.” Elegy enunciates each word carefully and slowly, as if worried that they wouldn’t understand. He wasn’t taking any chances with these poor, weak newcomers, after all. Canine teeth bare in a mischievous smile as he gestures towards the tree: ”The monsters here do talk, child.”
317 words • muse • notes:short short short! Mostly directed to Gwyn brigade that’s who he heard speak but also to both of them!
