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 Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 5:59 pm
Damara hadn't been so 'hostile' since her first comment to Louie, but this time, having had the benefit of interim conversation, Louie felt no qualms about actually showing a reaction this time. And considering that he had just been giving her credit for uber-clear perception, this was too funny.
Throwing back his head, Louie let out a rich, rolling laugh, sounding for at least one moment like a true son of his father. Damn, but she was funny!
Having gotten it out of his system, he straightened up and gave the mare a truly amused look. "Damn but you're funny. First you b***h at me, then you agree with me, then you b***h WHILE you're agreeing with me; gotta say you're at least showing some variety. But that said, if you're done being defensive, I was clarifying. Thus far, you haven't reached 'boring' status; I was merely stating that my definition of pathetic is 'boring'. Granted, I can see how one might take that as a personal affront, but whatever."
However, now that he'd indulged in a little emotion, he continued to show at least a little bit, amusement clearly evident in his eyes as well as the twitch in his mouth. "That would be your choice."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 1:57 pm
She startled at his sudden deep and pleasant bellow of laughter, eyes round and ears twitching for the source of this unexpected reaction. She stood gazing at him with wide, staring eyes as he spent his laughter and moved on to his explination. Motionlessly she listened, her expression still startled. His words filtered into her brain to percolate there, until he was done speaking. She blinked thrice, shifted slightly, and then began to giggle. It wasn't a girlish sort of giggle, but an inholding of amusement that refuses to be held in. Her eyes danced and brimmed with tears from how hard she wanted to laugh. She gave a great gulp and a deep breath, though her watery eyes caused tracks of darkness down her face.
"Oh my," she finally commented. "You are completely right." She chuckled, fighting a smile as she eyed him in good humor. "Though you don't seem to mind my fiestiness. So boring is the bane, is that it?" She snatched another mouthful of grass to quiet her stomach. She spent the time while chewing by mentally considering what she'd consider 'pathetic' about most soquili. "For me, it's probably blatent ignorance. When they are blind and choose to be thus. There is no excuse in this world for not gaining at least a glimmer of understanding about the things that impact you or those around you." She gave a delicate sniff, unconciously raising her chin just slightly. "I'd say our reasons are not completely unrelated, wouldn't you?" She again snatched a mouthful. Each time, though, she carefully made sure to finish her bite before speaking again. After all, what was a lady without her manners, even if she did rake strangers over the coals for things they hadn't said but she thought they had?
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 10:32 am
Meh. Feistiness has its pros and cons, as does pretty much anything else. Energy, lethargy, ignorance, pompousity... Personally, though, I'd rather spend time with an interesting person than with a dull one, so in that sense I can agree. Though dull and intereting can invariably change places...it all depends on the details. Some things never change, some things can't do anything BUT change; the best that we can do is roll with it."
That was about as much as Louie was willing to commit to at that point; much as he'd enjoyed the conversation, he tended to prefer dealing in abstractions and hypotheticals 'for the most part'. It was rather insufferable to others, he knew, but if there was one thing he'd gotten to be good at it was frustrating and flustering those around him with his half-blunt/half-abstract way of conversing. Hell, he didn't even know if he was capable of just straight talking anymore, when he got right down to it...
Regardless, in his opinion this had been a positive conversation, which meant that it was time to move on. No sense in killing the novelty with too much forced gaiety.
That in mind, as they lapsed into brief silence when Damara bent to drink, he took advantage of the opportunity to straighten up and say, "But anyway, interesting as this has been, it's time to mosey. Nice meeting you, Damara; maybe next time we meet you can try doing something sinsiter to spark the conversation a bit in the opposite direction." With that, he gave the mare a wink, then turned and sauntered off into the trees, flicking his braided tail in a farewell before disapearing. Yes, that had been interesting, alright...
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