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 Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 5:31 pm
Tryan followed her quietly, attempting to understand and remember what she was saying to him, but not making much progress. He stopped and looked up at her with a slight frown, unsure of how to answer, and trying to guess what she thought would be better. When he could make nothing of her expression, he began looking around, as though to find the answer in the walls or on the floor. What would it mean to be farther or closer to her? He wondered if being nearer her would be safer, but at what cost? Finally, he seemed to make up his mind, and held up two fingers, thinking he'd rather take his chances and be able to have some space.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 5:35 pm
Alright. >>SilverFang smiles and starts heading down the hall again. In no time they reach a door and she stops<< Here the rooms around you are unoccupied.
>>She opens up the door and steps inside, leaving the door open wide for Tryan to walk in behind her<< Will this do?
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 5:53 pm
Tryan looked up at her like that was the most absurd thing she could have possibly asked him before he ever looked in the room. After several long moments just looking at her, he slowly turned his attention to the room. Just as soon as he caught a glance of it, his ears stood up in surprise. Surely, she wasn't serious! He looked around a moment but then looked up at her again, this time with a distrustful frown. Clearly, he did not believe she, or the others, truly meant for him to stay in this room... or any like it, for that matter.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 6:00 pm
>>She frowned<< What's wrong? You don't like it? >>She looks around the room herself. Two small tables and 5 cushined chairs sermised what was in the entry room. There was even a small rug. The door was open to the actual bedroom where fulffy white blankets and soft pillows covered the bed. To each side of the bed was a nightstand, each holding a candlestick with a long taper candel ready to be lit. The furtniture was all plane in a mahogany with little or no carvings<<
I know it's plane, but the bed's really comfy, I promise.
>>She knew Ontaros said not to mention the book, but maybe that would make him like the room better? If he could customise it a little<<
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 6:13 pm
He sighed at her response, apparently unable to make himself understood, and frustrated by his inability to communicate efficiently. Wondering if, perhaps, he could communicate with her the way he had with Ontaros, he made an effort to push his chaotic thoughts in one direction, expressing a sense of grandeur and excess with various snippets of the room - the cushioned chairs, the pillows, the tables and so on.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 6:18 pm
>>His attempt goes unnoticed by SilverFang, she's not a mind reader or telepathic or anything. She didn't even understand the sigh, she starts into the other room<< Come here, why don't you try out the bed before you reject this place?
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 6:36 pm
Seeing that there would be no easy way of resolving the misunderstanding, he let go of the idea entirely, resigning himself, with none too great amount of grief, to the idea that this would be his own space. Stepping past her, fairly prancing, he planted himself on the carpet and made a fine display of making himself comfortable. With the staffs on the floor next to him, he laid there curled up for all the world like a cat on a window seat and just watched her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 6:44 pm
>>She frowned at him. Well she guessed it might not be too out of place for him to play the role of a cat, but he was a person. That's when it dawned on her that it wasn't that the place was too plane for him, but maybe that it was too nice<< Oh. It really is okay for you to stay here. You're one of Sir Ontaros' valued guests. >>she smiles<< and you can sleep on the bed too. >>she pats it's plushy goodness<< It's alright I promise. It's also much more comfortable than the floor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:11 pm
Tryan's ears flipped back and his expression mirrored hers when she frowned, but he remained where he was. He rolled his eyes at her choice of words, valued guest, indeed. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he regretted it and looked up at Silver apprehensively. She hadn't seemed to be able to read his thoughts, or notice his earlier attempt at communication, but she could just be pretending. He stared at her, watching carefully for any sign that she heard or acknowledged the sarcastic comment, and sat unmoving as she tempted him with the offer to sit on the bed. He saw her smile, but remained tense, prepared to jump up and run at the slightest warning.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:16 pm
>>SilverFang sighed and sat down on the corner of the bed. Well that didn't work. If he were a cat she could just pick him up and put him on the bed, but that didn't seem like it would work, let alone be a good idea. She guessed he'd make it up to the bed eventually when he felt more comfortable<< You really are a skittish one. I wonder what happened to make you so.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:31 pm
Tryan visibly relaxed when she sat, though he frowned somewhat at her comment. Almost as though to prove her wrong, he stood again, not forgetting to take the metal adorned staff, and 'walked' right over, planting himself directly infront of her, at her feet. Despite all his attitude, as random and spontaneous as it was, he still refused to look her in the face. He might focus on her hands, or the collar of her top, or look at an imaginary point just to the side, but never met her eyes. At the moment, he was stubornly, and boldly if he did say so himself, staring right at her mouth.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:36 pm
>>SilverFang smiled. He was acting such like a cat the thought actually passed her mind to reach down and pet him. She pet people and weres alike, so it wouldn't be such an unusual gesture, but she remembered how he acted towards Ontaros putting his hand on his shoulder so knew the gesture wouldn't be apreaciated<< In a bit I'll show you how to get to my room incase you need anything. I'll also show you where Ontaros's is, though he isn't in there much. I'm not sure that he needs much sleep.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 7:54 pm
Tryan blinked in surprise when all she did was smile, and promptly looked down at some spot on the floor near his left hand, looking like he might be grumbling under his breath if he could. He was paying close attention to everything she said though, as usual, indicated by his occasional glance up at her, and his right ear twitching in her direction. When she was done speaking, he nodded, further indicating that he had listened and heard.
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 8:00 pm
>>She leans back a little, putting her arms behind her<< So what do you think of Ontaros? You like him?
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Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2009 8:10 pm
Tryan seemed to consider her question for a moment before shrugging. He didn't dislike Ontaros, but he didn't know if 'like' was the right word either. Finally he decided, for the sake of conversation, that yes, he 'liked' Ontaros, and nodded somewhat.
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