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Posted on September 30, 2014 at 02:00:12 AM by torram
Torram could tell Miriam wasn't exactly sure how to take Mortimer's affection and felt his cheeks grow a little hot again. At least she wasn't running away screaming, so he supposed that was a point in his favor. Still, if Birch hadn't made him take Mortimer to the stables today, things would have been a lot easier. He wouldn't have met the prince, whom he thought he might get along with well, either, though, so maybe this little adventure wouldn't be all that bad. Min's arrival worked in his favor, sparing him from making yet another apology for Moldy Morty's behavior. The bird dipped a small bow in the prince's direction at Tristan's greeting, bopping Torram's ear with her wing in the process and earning a small glower from the boy.
"Yes, Your Highness," Min replied, her tone more polite than Torram could ever recall it being. She usually spoke to everyone (Torram included) as if they should be lucky she bothered with them. It had been easier when he'd been able to feel her through their connection, her barbs had almost always had an undercurrent of affection or at least acceptance, which made them much more tolerable. Torram jumped, more startled by Miriam's squeal than the arrival of the giant green dog (though that wasn't exactly what he'd expected to occur either!). He studied the dog with wide eyes while Min, who was rarely afraid of anything, actually scooted nearer to his head. It was a sign of her surprise, and (to Torram's own surprise) slight discomfort, around the big dog that she didn't even screech at him for coating the lot of them in debris. Torram plucked the hay off of him with a small smile; he was fastidiously clean usually and would probably end up changing clothes and/or taking a bath when he got home, but he didn't complain. Torram crouched down as Tristan did, trying to get a better view of the rough map he was drawing. Tor was actually fairly familiar with this sort of map, having worked with Birch a time or two on missions. Of course, Birch's missions had been far more serious and far less fun, but Torram figured it would help with the planning at least. Tristan's recommendation for Min to scout seemed like the best idea, and Tor was already nodding when Min answered. "Of course," she replied, her feathers puffing out a bit with arrogance. "These eyes don't miss a thing!" Torram rolled his own eyes as she took flight, digging a talon into his shoulder just a bit too roughly for his tastes. She winged her way through the stables silently, returning a few moments later still looking puffed up and proud. "Stable master's busy with some paperwork, it looked like. He had rather unpleasant things to mutter about whatever it was he was working on, calculations I'd guess, so he'll probably be busy for awhile. Grooms are discussing their..." - Min gave a disapproving click of her beak, her expression saying everything - "prowess and should stay preoccupied for awhile as well. The guards are the ones we'll have to worry about, but I think they'll be switching positions in a few moments based on how much squirming was happening." |
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