Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170628023315

(S9) Leontyne bursts into laughter. "Oh, that's a good one! I wouldn't feel so bad about that, big boy.  There's a very...special breed of person who actually LIKES tentacle plants.  I don't, because I like to do the talking.  I personally think they're disgusting.  And yes, that means I tried them.  Once." Zurie refills Leontyne's goblet.

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Thomas smiles and nods. [The tree music it is, then. And, I would otherwise ask you to call me Doctor, but you can call me by my given Elven name. It's Thindaer. Eilion calls me Tommit, because she teases me for liking the Dwarves.]

The girls look at Thomas with odd expressions. "There he goes..." mumbles Aegis.

"Gods, I wish I could remember my Silthlarwen," Lucida says. "I can't remember a tenth of that Elfspeak."

The Inari remains seated. She smiles sweetly, looking down slightly. "Thank you very much. I'm glad to hear that.  I sincerely hope my playing didn't disturb you." As Martha approaches, the Inari's ears turn in her direction.

"Is...is there something I can do for you?" Her hands hold the closed parasol, turning it by its handle a little. They appear nervous. She looks up, her faded eyes looking to one side, past Martha, as she steps closer.