Because she's from an island surrounded by not-always-friendly other islands, and I'm sure she'd want to discuss sinking ships.
Probably just as well she didn't, then...
Actually, yes.
Still, food for my thought, and would have been kinda nice ooc.
She can feel free to ask him, although who knows how reticent he'll be...
Umm...don;t desert or kill mhelarn. He'll be right back, got 2 hours of sleep last night and looks like less tonight. But monologue him or ignore him, or carry him over your shoulder, or...whatever;)
Thigny: *appraising look, hefts wolf over shoulder*
Bsck. Sorry for any liberties I took with first impressions and/or scents.
Whew, finished that nonsense at last. *g*
So, Weft is a gal and Helmine a guy? X)
sorry, sorry, but, whee.
I hadn't spotted either of those. Took me several seconds too, even when I knew I was looking for something. x) Pronouns LOL...
I detest your sexist pronoun system. In Soviet Finland, pronoun sexes you!
IAWTC! And I demand that English incorporate neuter, androgyne and inert pronouns forthwith, or I'll, er, I'll sue(/stu/foo) it.
But then again, Helmine's more manly than a naked Serp in a henhouse.
...
Okay, no, not really.
*The strain of not making a long series of jokes, rhyming, no less, about hen-pecked peckers causes Mutt to expire.*
Does anyone else want to jump in at this point? Save the boys from resurrecting their earlier argument.
O_____o
Issa Rina!
Present-giving not mandatory, btw - I think I mentioned this OOC? (I'm hoping not to give either of mine too much clutter!)
No worries from my side, then, the two of mine just brought food, and are going to take the crockery home again.
Coolcool, just making sure.
Obviously, this is really rough. And only my interpretation of the space. (Hint: if I did something genius like screw up in counting to 8, believe what I write and not what I draw.)
Benches go round all sides except door and grill, but I got bored. ;) Fol-de-rolly...