Zereth Deagroth [A]

[Roose Hurro]

Deen lead the other two with a bit of a skip in his step, hormones still coursing through his blood, despite the lack of female Nism scent. Thoughts still wandering to what Thoee might be doing right now... what she might be thinking, in return. Yes, life was all around them, spilling sound, scent, taste, touch, sight and chakra flow all over the place. And Deen felt himself in tune with it all, at this moment of this day, in particular. Every step a wonder to his heightened senses, the very power of the earth rising up through his feet. All sensations flowing through his body and gathering way down within his.........

Zereth spoke of war.

Not something that should be thought about on a day like today. This moment more one for apple hunting... for just simple breathing, with no worries to drag down the simple pleasures of life. Tail swished side to side in rythym, as Deen started to whistle-hum Puff, the Magic Dragon again, to distract...

... "Soon would be great... about time for another barbecue shindig, I would think. I still have plenty of that whisky and honey mustard sauce. Very good on chicken........."

[Luxon Cobrat]

Zereth tried again to reassure Entropy about the other two Shadowgods. She did appreciate the sentiment, though she couldn't be sure of his assessment without having seen the situation herself. And having personally seen a taste of the power Wrathmont could unleash when he gave a battle his direct attention, and knowing full well the power of even one of his ancient servants, it was hard for her to believe that any conflict involving one of them could follow a predictable course. But perhaps this other Shadow was opposed by a force greater than she could fathom - as it must have been, really, for any such conflict to persist for long.

But, in any case...

"I appreciate the assurances," she said. "But I'm..."

She trailed off once again. Though, not for so long this time.

"I have a problem of my own that's been pressing me more directly for some time now," she said, her tone suggesting that she was being intentionally sketchy with the details if her choice of words didn't. "But don't worry about it. I've been able to manage well enough so far. I'd rather not trouble anyone else."

Even if she was being evasive, as much as she spoke was at least true.

And back to Deen.

"Soon, then," she replied, more decisively and more enthusiastically. "I'll see what I can do."

[Zereth Deagroth]

"An interesting tune you are whistling. It sounds hauntingly familiar, but I cannot quite place it." It felt as if he were grasping at something just out of reach and shrouded in a haze. A most unwelcome feeling it was, not being able to recall something.

Shaking his head slightly as if to clear his thoughts, "What is a 'barbecue shindig'? I beg your pardon for my ignorance, but most of my life has been consumed by one conflict or another, there has been very little time for recreation." He looks at the palm of his left hand, squeezing it into a fist and relaxing it. "It does sound like an interesting event though."

Nodding to Entropy, "As you wish, though if you like I can make it so you will be able to find me easily should you ever desire my assistance, or even just company."

[Roose Hurro]

Despite his "high" mood, Deen hadn't failed to listen. If anything, he couldn't help but listen to everything going on around him. So, he slowed enough to allow Entropy to catch up, so she'd be almost on his tail. Then, still walking along on all fours, he tilted his head back till he could look at her, grin on his now upside-down face...

... "It wouldn't be any trouble, Entropy... what're friends for?"

Upside-down head tilted sideways, look moving to Zereth...

... "The tune? It's Puff, the Magic Dragon... can't seem to get it out of my head today...."

His head tweaked back to a more, heh, natural pose...

... "Yes, very interesting, and a chance to meet a few others here. Heh... I like entertaining guests, can't go too long without throwing a party, or at least inviting friends over for tea."

Deen weaved around a tree and some tangled undergrowth before he yawned, skipped and gave a snort, ears flicked back and forth...

... "You know, now that I think about it, I'll have to see about making some tea to go with our apples... perhaps a little caramel sauce for dipping........."

[Luxon Cobrat]

Entropy looked at Deen for a moment, then finally let out a sigh. Not one of displeasure, really. More like... release. Giving in, perhaps. But only a little.

"Maybe..." she said, half to herself and half addressing Deen. "I'm afraid it might be more trouble than you realize, but... I'll think about it."

So, she hadn't exactly committed to anything. But then, she hadn't closed her mind either.

Turning to Zereth, she acknowledged his offer too.

"I suppose I could take you up on that," she answered. "I think I will, in fact."

And then she moved on to a question she shared with Zereth, which Deen hadn't quite answered for her.

"I've never been to any barbecue shin digs either," she announced. "Sounds like kind of a strange name for a root to me, but I'll try anything once. But where would you go to dig for barbecue shins, anyway?"

[Zereth Deagroth]

Smiling a little as Deen looked at Entropy and himself upside-down, Zereth sees a brief flash before his eyes. The scene appears to be in a living room, with a family, his family, sitting in front of a television. The tune "Puff the Magic Dragon" plays as the show begins. Shaking off his momentary daze, "Ah, now I know where I've heard that tune before."

Blinking a few more times to remove the lingering images, "Caramel sauce...." he says as he is lost in thought for a moment before nodding. "That might be worth a try with the apples, but where would we get it and the tea?

Sidling up next to Entropy, Zereth holds out his left hand, palm up, and closes his eyes in concentration for a moment. A brief ripple of energy flows along his conduits into his hand, forming a small softly glowing blue orb.

Opening his eyes again he holds the orb out to Entropy, "Here you go. Simply take the orb and it'll be absorbed into you. After that just think about me or trying to find me and you will feel a slight pull in my direction. It won't be very strong, but it will be enough to guide you to me."

Pausing for a moment, apparently thinking about something, "If you have any telepathic ability, you can also try to 'speak' to me that way and I'll hear you."

[Roose Hurro]

To Entropy's "I'll think about it", Deen gave a circular flick of his tail and a single nod in acknowledgement. However, at her "barbecue shin digs" and related words, he made a strangled hork trying to hold in his laugh... or whatever noise a Nism makes when confronted by such humor. Well, he ended up standing on twos, turned and halted for a moment, looking at Entropy, then at the blue orb Zereth held in hand...

... "Woah, hold a minute... we won't be digging up anyone's shins, barbecue or otherwise!" Grin, as he folded his arms and shook his head, ears flapping... "What we will do involves a party, with food grilled over open flames. No digging, no shins on the menu... but we might serve strawberry shortcake for dessert." A moment to ponder, before he turned back to continue onward, remaining on twos... "Maybe some blueberry tarts? If we don't have any in the fridge, right next to the caramel sauce, I'm sure I could find some fresh. Oh, yes, shouldn't have any problems with tea, always like to stock up... pretty much from everywhere in the universe, so there should be some variety you'd like. Usually keep it on the shelf right next to the fridge, along with the spices, so... apples, and we're good!"

With that effusiveness done, Deen pondered further, as he started to hum-whistle, again...

... "Heh... when Thoee and I have a daughter, I'd like to name her Honalee..."

A chuckle, after he winced... "If I haven't jinxed us now, and we end up having all sons........."

[Luxon Cobrat]

Entropy took the orb as directed and stared at it with a fair degree of interest as it was absorbed. Then she patted herself down to make sure none of her parts were missing or altered.

"Cool," she finally said. "I don't have any telepathy, though. There are succubi that do, but not Felcaeri. Not unless we pick it up with magic, anyway, and I'm a strict elementalist."

Then she heard Deen's explanation, but only became more confused.

"Why would they call it a 'shin dig' if it doesn't involve digging for shins?" she asked. Not that I can really complain, I guess. Shins would probably be a bit tough for my liking."

[forgerofsouls]

((ooc: I have looked over the character and found nothing wrong with him. Thus I have accepted him.))