[ presently, just like a duck in the rain, eseld metaphorically fluffs up at torth's exasperated comeback, precisely as affected by the bite of the words as you'd expect him to be: aka not at all.
but there's a markedly thoughtful hum as he rests his cheek against the back of torth's breastplate, a bit of a thoughtful lull that either forebodes something embarrassing at torth's expense, or bloody murder. that's just the way things usually go.
... remarkably, however, it's neither of those things. ]
Between myself, Ser Fable and Magister Ouyang. Hypothetically, if the three of us were in similar states of near-death, as it were, be it from our own negligence or through forces outside of our control. And, also hypothetically, you could only carry one of us on your brutish shoulders to safety lest it ends up with yourself dead and no-one saved at all. Which would you choose?
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but there's a markedly thoughtful hum as he rests his cheek against the back of torth's breastplate, a bit of a thoughtful lull that either forebodes something embarrassing at torth's expense, or bloody murder. that's just the way things usually go.
... remarkably, however, it's neither of those things. ]
Between myself, Ser Fable and Magister Ouyang. Hypothetically, if the three of us were in similar states of near-death, as it were, be it from our own negligence or through forces outside of our control. And, also hypothetically, you could only carry one of us on your brutish shoulders to safety lest it ends up with yourself dead and no-one saved at all. Which would you choose?
Feelings-wise, of course.