[Edel PRP] He's a Pony! (Tlac/Endi)

[Syrie]

Reading Tlac's dislike for idle conversation was like reading a fifty-foot neon sign in the dark. Not exactly subtle about it, was he? Endiovar didn't mind, at all...he found something kind about the large centaurine God of Night. Maybe he wasn't big on small talk and random conversations with strangers, but he was strong of heart, mind and soul...things that made him formidable, even now, with his powers limited greatly.

'Not nearly as long as we surely wish. The Grigori will not rest until we are destroyed...I'm certain they are only growing stronger.' "But so are we, in our own ways." Endiovar smiled at Tlac; understanding that this conversation should remain neutral and 'safe' for the centaurian god to be 'comfortable'.

[Meepfur]

"If growing in our own ways will be enough remains to be seen. Just what is enough is disturbingly unknown." Eerily all-silver eyes narrowed in faint annoyance. The Grigori were frustrating, both in general and as a subject of conversation. He should have chosen something else...but it didn't particularly matter. Nothing against his current company, but his capacity for company had nearly reached its limit.

"It has been a pleasure speaking with you, but I suspect we both have much to do, growing and otherwise." Polite, always polite, but a little weary of words.