06-26-2017, 04:54 AM
Gildarts sighed. He was officially lost. Yes, in the blazing darkness of the forest and he couldn’t admit it. Not to Illidan, not to Dust. They already doubted his leadership skills and decisions, next it would be his sanity under siege (albeit rightly). A mutiny could occur any time now.
Though, Gildarts wasn’t in any way the set leader, he was just the one with the open Map App. Dust could’ve checked any time, but the young lycan’s eyes were staring at his glinting arm and looking keenly at the hollow leg below it. Illidan was only willing to touch the piece of Gnome technology if it had Nealaphh’s face on it. What a weird bunch.
“What about your past?” Gildarts asked, it was hard to tell how much time had gone by, but if measured in silence, there had been a long drawn out measure. The crash magic wizard had been aloof, and there was no shame in the tone of his voice when he’d mentioned his own defeat.
“What do you want to know?” Dust said, it wasn’t quite evasive, however it wasn’t quite welcoming either. One of those ambivalent responses, but they’d only just met, and trust was something to be earned.
A tricky question. Step on someone’s toes too early and their impression of you is wrecked. This wasn’t the point where you asked if your new ally had ever killed anyone in cold blood. Gildarts opted for a cop out question, “What is your favorite color?”
It was hard to tell if Dust thought his question lame, or just kind of a good bridge to their age-gap. Still, the kid smiled as though a little proud of Gildarts’ interest, “White’s my favorite color. It’s simple and the color of snow.”
“And it tends to accent whatever it is put next to,” Gildarts agreed, small talk. It was… Nice.
But not… Super effective, right Gildarts? She butted in.
Get out. I’m trying to have a conversation with Dust. Get to know him, you know? Gildarts objected.
“What’s yours?” Dust posed back to Gildarts.
To be honest, he’d never had the chance to think about it. Was it the color of the sky when he looked up from the road on his travels? Or the tattoo on his chest, emblazoned with the symbol of his guild. Or the color of the trees which he so often seemed to pass? Or… Was it the color of her eyes?
Gildarts had never really focused this much on a subject. He was intrigued, perplexed, and befuddled.
“Hmm.. I don’t know.” he said mysteriously, and walked on with a new challenge in his mind. What color would he pick over the others?
Though, Gildarts wasn’t in any way the set leader, he was just the one with the open Map App. Dust could’ve checked any time, but the young lycan’s eyes were staring at his glinting arm and looking keenly at the hollow leg below it. Illidan was only willing to touch the piece of Gnome technology if it had Nealaphh’s face on it. What a weird bunch.
“What about your past?” Gildarts asked, it was hard to tell how much time had gone by, but if measured in silence, there had been a long drawn out measure. The crash magic wizard had been aloof, and there was no shame in the tone of his voice when he’d mentioned his own defeat.
“What do you want to know?” Dust said, it wasn’t quite evasive, however it wasn’t quite welcoming either. One of those ambivalent responses, but they’d only just met, and trust was something to be earned.
A tricky question. Step on someone’s toes too early and their impression of you is wrecked. This wasn’t the point where you asked if your new ally had ever killed anyone in cold blood. Gildarts opted for a cop out question, “What is your favorite color?”
It was hard to tell if Dust thought his question lame, or just kind of a good bridge to their age-gap. Still, the kid smiled as though a little proud of Gildarts’ interest, “White’s my favorite color. It’s simple and the color of snow.”
“And it tends to accent whatever it is put next to,” Gildarts agreed, small talk. It was… Nice.
But not… Super effective, right Gildarts? She butted in.
Get out. I’m trying to have a conversation with Dust. Get to know him, you know? Gildarts objected.
“What’s yours?” Dust posed back to Gildarts.
To be honest, he’d never had the chance to think about it. Was it the color of the sky when he looked up from the road on his travels? Or the tattoo on his chest, emblazoned with the symbol of his guild. Or the color of the trees which he so often seemed to pass? Or… Was it the color of her eyes?
Gildarts had never really focused this much on a subject. He was intrigued, perplexed, and befuddled.
“Hmm.. I don’t know.” he said mysteriously, and walked on with a new challenge in his mind. What color would he pick over the others?
Quote:Gillidan and Dust move from B12 to E1.
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus