Sephiroth no Miko
First Post
"Thanks, Allyra," *Phaeder calls back softly before heading off.* Allyra's always so nice... I must remember to do something for her later so she doesn't think we take her for granted.
*Once he finds the clearing and their scouts, Phaeder rolls his eyes but can't help but quirk a smile at the silly picture.*
"Oh no, sprites," Anshul groans. "I hate dealing with tho-- wait, are you doing!?"
What do you think? I'm going to go talk to them... *he sends back mentally to Anshul, a little puzzled.*
"Uh... Phaeder, I don't think that's a good idea... sprites are malicious little buggers; they love to play all sort of nasty tricks on you. Like the one time they stuck molasses in my... uh, never mind." If ghosts could blush, Anshul would be a rosy pink right now.
Riiiiight. Look, I know what I'm doing, okay? *he reassures the ghost.*
"That what you said when you went off to meet Anaya, who might I add, turned out to be a werespider intent on sucking your juices and I don't mean..."
Can we NOT talk about that? *To forestall any more discussion from Anshul, Phaeder steps into the edge of the clearing and clears his throat gently so as not to startle them and smiles charmingly.* "Ehm, excuse me little ladies, I hope my scouts haven't done anything to disturbed your home."
"Fine. But don't blame me if the entire caravan later finds you doing the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies in nothing but a flower corset," Anshul grumbles as a parting shot.
*Once he finds the clearing and their scouts, Phaeder rolls his eyes but can't help but quirk a smile at the silly picture.*
"Oh no, sprites," Anshul groans. "I hate dealing with tho-- wait, are you doing!?"
What do you think? I'm going to go talk to them... *he sends back mentally to Anshul, a little puzzled.*
"Uh... Phaeder, I don't think that's a good idea... sprites are malicious little buggers; they love to play all sort of nasty tricks on you. Like the one time they stuck molasses in my... uh, never mind." If ghosts could blush, Anshul would be a rosy pink right now.
Riiiiight. Look, I know what I'm doing, okay? *he reassures the ghost.*
"That what you said when you went off to meet Anaya, who might I add, turned out to be a werespider intent on sucking your juices and I don't mean..."
Can we NOT talk about that? *To forestall any more discussion from Anshul, Phaeder steps into the edge of the clearing and clears his throat gently so as not to startle them and smiles charmingly.* "Ehm, excuse me little ladies, I hope my scouts haven't done anything to disturbed your home."
"Fine. But don't blame me if the entire caravan later finds you doing the Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies in nothing but a flower corset," Anshul grumbles as a parting shot.