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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mattress" data-source="post: 2515946" data-attributes="member: 35801">Athelstan musesAthelstan remains seated where he is as the tables are moved together, choosing to let them accomodate him rather than getting up and risking someone else seeing his ghastly pallor.At this point he overhears the fruity swordsman and the little, gray gent discussing wardrobes and how green is a color not to be caught dead in. Damn my hide! If I didn't to cover myself like a freak, I'd have a word or two outside with that "illustrious gent". And what's his angle with that Fae, anyway? Is he looking to get on his good side or just being friendly? Athelstan reprimands himself mentally and his facial features undergo the change of angered determination and snide mistrust to that of exasperated resignation. What's wrong with me, anyway? It's just a color... and they're just talking about clothes, after all. It isn't like they know what's stuck in my craw. Thought if they saw... I bet that'd change their opinion on the boy with the pale, Oanite skin. It'd even shut that Fae up for a second to, I'd imagine. Yawning slightly, he rubs the tickle at his right nostril and tries to shake the feeling that he's being watched. It doesn't go away.He mutters to Cerallos lowly, yet distinctly:Did I hear that right? Did that jackass just say something about green? And what kind of a spectacle do you think he'll get himself into with that Fae?Rather than waiting for an answer to these questions, Athelstan continues without missing a beat, unknowingly anxious to speak to someone after feeling the eyes of the group upon him. He almost forgot about Cerallos, lost as he was in his morose musings on his skin. And speaking of which, my friend, I couldn't help but notice the same peaks on his ears and yours.He motions to the Fae. Do you have any Fae blood in your veins or do your eartips come from some other accident or enchantment? Wait... don't tell me, you fell in love with a wizard's daughter!? Waa hah hah hah... What was her name? No, even better... how old was she? Hee hee hee... Apparently even the idea of speaking to his new friend loosens his tounge and for the moment Athelstan becomes his old self.</blockquote>

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