04-16-2016, 08:18 AM
WEIR
“Welcome back then indeed.” Weir announces, fully agreeing with the sentiment. Perhaps it is because the spotted male had so far been so pleasant and kind, or maybe it was because he could hardly take his eyes off the man’s feet. What a glorious foot! Of course here was another thing Weir had not seen and surely not every day mind you. Where one solid hoof should be at the end of the man’s legs there was instead clawed toes. Toes! He could hardly contain his interest and he wasn’t known for being discreet.
“Happy to meet you, I am Weir, this is Darwin.” He gives a nod of his rusty head to the large tortoise at his side. Darwin hardly ever left and when he did he wasn’t really gone.
For the most part Weir is silent during the discussion, taking in the exchange all while staring holes into Kreios’ paws. Simple fascination fills him as he listens to the discussion of alliance, of terms and what it would mean for the Dale to continue ties with the other neutral Kingdom. More neutral than even the Dale but he was sure the waterfall residents had convictions of their own to uphold.
With meeting the new heads of residency Weir can agree, though it is not often or ever that he disagrees with Ramiel. Even so, when he did it was for good reason he was sure.
The idle talk is soon tilted of course with the approach of another, this time a woman. Her pelt is dipped at the ends, the color of fish in the river or the pinky-orange of a sunset. She assures them she is here to look after the claw footed man but if you asked Weir, the spotted male need no assistance. He had claws for goodness sakes. Perhaps though this was the males mate, her lingering closeness suggested as much in Weir’s mind and he could only smile in return.
“Well met good lady.” He adds to his grin, Darwin too bringing his wandering eyes back to the conversation to say a quick hello
They are both more than glad that Ramiel’s last sentence ends the way it does. Leaving the Dale made him queasy and he would most certainly be ill advised to have to abandon it for residency in the Falls. He was sure it was a nice place, likely nicer than most but the Dale was home. His children and dear friends were here and he would be upset to separate from them for any manner of time.
“I would not be quick to agree on a change in living arrangements Sire. However meeting with the current rulers would be paramount, times have changed of late.” His comments are both unsettling as well as amicable in tone. They had seen much during the War, had suffered both physically and mentally from the inevitable- Weir had a lingering limp from the entire fiasco. A small limp but a limp all the same.
“Happy to meet you, I am Weir, this is Darwin.” He gives a nod of his rusty head to the large tortoise at his side. Darwin hardly ever left and when he did he wasn’t really gone.
For the most part Weir is silent during the discussion, taking in the exchange all while staring holes into Kreios’ paws. Simple fascination fills him as he listens to the discussion of alliance, of terms and what it would mean for the Dale to continue ties with the other neutral Kingdom. More neutral than even the Dale but he was sure the waterfall residents had convictions of their own to uphold.
With meeting the new heads of residency Weir can agree, though it is not often or ever that he disagrees with Ramiel. Even so, when he did it was for good reason he was sure.
The idle talk is soon tilted of course with the approach of another, this time a woman. Her pelt is dipped at the ends, the color of fish in the river or the pinky-orange of a sunset. She assures them she is here to look after the claw footed man but if you asked Weir, the spotted male need no assistance. He had claws for goodness sakes. Perhaps though this was the males mate, her lingering closeness suggested as much in Weir’s mind and he could only smile in return.
“Well met good lady.” He adds to his grin, Darwin too bringing his wandering eyes back to the conversation to say a quick hello
They are both more than glad that Ramiel’s last sentence ends the way it does. Leaving the Dale made him queasy and he would most certainly be ill advised to have to abandon it for residency in the Falls. He was sure it was a nice place, likely nicer than most but the Dale was home. His children and dear friends were here and he would be upset to separate from them for any manner of time.
“I would not be quick to agree on a change in living arrangements Sire. However meeting with the current rulers would be paramount, times have changed of late.” His comments are both unsettling as well as amicable in tone. They had seen much during the War, had suffered both physically and mentally from the inevitable- Weir had a lingering limp from the entire fiasco. A small limp but a limp all the same.
WINTER IS COMING