Sir Curtis Prise
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- Posted: Thu, 14 Feb 2013 00:32:35 +0000
'Quiet for a dragon' He laughed, thinking that a joke. Or was it. He lost the ability to tell. On a second thought it may have not been so bizarre, knowing of a real dragon at least, but he wasn't going to delve into details such as if they could really be tamed, where they were, and things of that like. Especially if she was just picking with him again. "A mudlet?" He considered the name, before tossing his head from side to side, like he was indecisive on making a choice. "I still like dragon-steed. Sounds much more noble! To it, and you, for riding it!"
"But yes! Oddities, exactly that!" He listened, prepared to hear the bizarre but not really ready for it. To his relief, he leaned closer to sneak a peek at her pointed ears to realize her definition of oddity was reasonable enough. " Elven, are you?" That was much easier to understand. It was what he believed Gilrin to have been, anyhow. However, if she had gone on further about mages and portals, she would have lost him again. Smaller steps were best for him to learn of something.
"No. Not quite any 'oddities' myself. I'm more of an open book, for the most part. Always obvious." He flicked one of his ears while he explained to Vee. Curtis was becoming more curious as to how much the odd woman had the ability to see. So he turned his shock and awe into a learning game, naturally. He found himself sticking his tongue out, and making a few faces towards her, before quickly assuming his normal visage when participating in conversations.