Surprise colored his face, as his eyes flickered at her. What an odd coincidence, and he had thought he was simply going to guide her where she needed to go. Orin was someone he knew by sight in the pack, having been there to meet her since the start. Plus, her odd coloration was something else that he could easily remember. She certainly enjoyed some eccentric and electric coloration. What he did not know quite as well was her personality, having never quite spoken with her for very long or in any particular depth on any subject. And now, she had erupted into a volcano of words. Strel stared at her a bit, wondering when she was going to stop and give him a chance to push out some of his own words. Instead, he managed to keep swallowing intakes of breath as she prattled off on something.
Orin shoved a book in his nose and he went cross-eyed at it. He was not particularly trying to read it, seeing as he probably wouldn't be able to decipher one word in ten. To her questions, he could only nod his head, seeing as a yes or no would have simply taken too long and she would have been onto the next question and he'd have himself stuck behind. Instead, he just listened and bobbed his head accordingly for the few moments she actually asked him a question. A bemused grin played upon his lips as he crossed his arms. Finally, she paused enough to give him time to answer, and he didn't know what he was answering. "Uh, I think it's.. it's good?" he said, rather dumbly. But he was unsure of what she had even wanted from him, so he could do nothing but try his best to answer as vaguely as he could to an equally vague question.
The pink and white woman shuffled through the book to a page she had marked, and Strel pulled the book out of her hands before she could change the page on him and try to explain more. Now he looked at the pictures on the page, ignoring the words as they meant nothing to him. "This? Dancing on cloth in the air? That sounds dangerous," he said seriously, looking up at the woman. She had better be prepared to face the consequences if things went south fast. "And you'll need a sturdy material for it, that'll move well and still be firm enough to support your weight. What do you need from me?" he asked, finally. Did she want a costume?
Photo taken by Fergal of Claddagh. Table style inspired by Kitty.
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