Eternity RPC Board
09-13-2016, 11:48 PM
The squirrel-thing chuffed, or perhaps did a sort of light sneezing sound that might have resembled a chuff were it not so diminuitive and incapable of such chuffing, after Elke mentioned her run-in with the two trolls down the way. Maybe it knew of the trolls of which she spoke, and so commented upon the aptness of her description, maybe the creature used the act as a kind of commentary upon her insistence that she was not the troll-child she most obviously must be, or maybe even it was a simple act of clearing the thing's throat, or nose, or whatever little face-oriface might be causing it such discomfort; simple, easy answers were probbaly the right ones, anyhow. In any case, the creature did not elaborate upon its sentiments, opting instead to merely watch the habits of this mageling troll-child inn-truder.
Now dubbed Little Red, the woodlands creature tilted its head so as to better view its subject with both of its beady black pinpricks. As Elke's hand slid into her pouch for the sticky mess of a sweet treat, Red leaned in expectantly, knowing that whatever this person produced, it would either be incredibly great or incredibly foul...or both, as in the case of the overripened, half-eaten fruit with which Elke attempted to tempt it.
"Mm, possible? Possible, yes, possibly of help to this inn, possibly not, I cannot say, though I can say with certain possibility that troll-children would certainly spend less time with the conversation and more time with the smashing, yes. So a troll-child this one is not, it is true." Red retorted as it veritably lept from its perch upon the wall, scuttled acros the floor, then proceeded to wriggle its way up the other wall and closer to the perch Elke created for it. Surely no ordinary squirrel would dare to venture so close, and even the spirits and familiars would proceed with a great deal more caution than this beast seemed capable of conjuring when presented with a stranger; either this thing had long since deduced the girl to be harlmess, or that it could quite handily escape or avoid any such harm regardless of how vulnerable it made itself.
In any case, Red, now perched firmly upon Elke's outstretched hand and nibbling eagerly into the succulent offering, proceeded between bites, "Belonging is funny, yes, quite an amusing turn! Who is to say the building is not the transgressor, and we the ones to belong? The trees say it is the town that does not belong, and the town insists the trees do not belong, yet is either in the wrong? Possibly, mmm, quite possibly, just that it is a probable possibility that I am a familiar of some great and pooooowerful wizard, oh yes! Yes yes, just as possibly, I might be a fae taken the form of a tree-rodent...or, or, quite possibly, this one is simply an ordinary squirrel, hm? Perhaps this one has gone bad and is not speaking to a squirrel at all but conversing the meaning of infinity to a plum in an empty room; as they say, the simplest answers. Hah hah heeeee, so fun are possibilities!"
Having finished its tangent, the pace of the rodent's eating slowed considerably as it held the fleshy fruit mass by its pit. It paused a moment, regarding Elke, and continued, "Mm, yes, and equally possible, is that this one, for all her talk of familiars and guests, is on the hunt to become the unexpected visitor of some backwoods mage because she read ina book they might be a fun thing to behold. Yes, possibly."
Now dubbed Little Red, the woodlands creature tilted its head so as to better view its subject with both of its beady black pinpricks. As Elke's hand slid into her pouch for the sticky mess of a sweet treat, Red leaned in expectantly, knowing that whatever this person produced, it would either be incredibly great or incredibly foul...or both, as in the case of the overripened, half-eaten fruit with which Elke attempted to tempt it.
"Mm, possible? Possible, yes, possibly of help to this inn, possibly not, I cannot say, though I can say with certain possibility that troll-children would certainly spend less time with the conversation and more time with the smashing, yes. So a troll-child this one is not, it is true." Red retorted as it veritably lept from its perch upon the wall, scuttled acros the floor, then proceeded to wriggle its way up the other wall and closer to the perch Elke created for it. Surely no ordinary squirrel would dare to venture so close, and even the spirits and familiars would proceed with a great deal more caution than this beast seemed capable of conjuring when presented with a stranger; either this thing had long since deduced the girl to be harlmess, or that it could quite handily escape or avoid any such harm regardless of how vulnerable it made itself.
In any case, Red, now perched firmly upon Elke's outstretched hand and nibbling eagerly into the succulent offering, proceeded between bites, "Belonging is funny, yes, quite an amusing turn! Who is to say the building is not the transgressor, and we the ones to belong? The trees say it is the town that does not belong, and the town insists the trees do not belong, yet is either in the wrong? Possibly, mmm, quite possibly, just that it is a probable possibility that I am a familiar of some great and pooooowerful wizard, oh yes! Yes yes, just as possibly, I might be a fae taken the form of a tree-rodent...or, or, quite possibly, this one is simply an ordinary squirrel, hm? Perhaps this one has gone bad and is not speaking to a squirrel at all but conversing the meaning of infinity to a plum in an empty room; as they say, the simplest answers. Hah hah heeeee, so fun are possibilities!"
Having finished its tangent, the pace of the rodent's eating slowed considerably as it held the fleshy fruit mass by its pit. It paused a moment, regarding Elke, and continued, "Mm, yes, and equally possible, is that this one, for all her talk of familiars and guests, is on the hunt to become the unexpected visitor of some backwoods mage because she read ina book they might be a fun thing to behold. Yes, possibly."