Post by rii on Dec 1, 2009 18:55:12 GMT -5
"Oh yeah.." Quintrell's tone carried out as a light apology as he glanced over toward the base of the tree they had both climbed a moment ago. "I sort of dropped the treats when I knocked the wherry down." The thief padded over and walked around to see if he could spot any of the bigger pieces. The darter wouldn't mind it it was a little dirty, right? – it was just an animal.
Guru flicked his tail as he re-arranged himself more comfortable on Quintrell's shoulder. All this moving and jumping around – could they go back now? It was day and they still had to be up all night with the brown thing. "Oh stop complainin' Guru.. " The thief mumbled as he kicked aside the mulch of dead leaves. "You'll just stay in the room n' sleep anyway."
Wrinkling his nose, Quintrell gave a shrug and hefted the sack to the other shoulder. Who knew a wherry would be heavy. He shifted to his left foot, then right, reverse and repeat. To stuff the wherry somewhere and sneak it into Dmitri's room while they are all at lesson, or do it now. Hm, such a dilemma. Although, if they did it right then they both could reap the glorious rewards of their labor.
"C'mon then," He called cheerily while stepping between the trees to lead the way back toward the outdoor kitchens. They really had not gone that far, and when taking a straight path back to the Weyr it took a great deal less time than it had taken getting out to where they found the wherry. With a springy step Quintrell had them dodging around the kitchen staff – the theif pausing every now and then to let the mindhealer catch up and be within range for conversation.
"Ya'know, I hafta ask.. " He slowed enough to walk alongside her instead of zipping off ahead. Oh, sure, his mind was delighted with the aspect of shoving the critter into the bluewherling's room and hearing him scream like a girl – but ever the one with a short attention span, Quintrell had to amuse himself with something else along the way. "I figure that bein' a mind healer takes a bit o'thinkin' – smarts ya'know. Yet you've been playin' me this naive girl that dun seem to know any better. I think you do know better, so I hafta ask.. what is that all 'bout?"
Both brows had raised to his hairline as he regarded the mindhealer. "No offense or nuthin'. I like ya well enough that it dun matter. I think yer smarter than what yer playin' at. And don't —" Too Cute "—pay Guru any mind."
Guru flicked his tail as he re-arranged himself more comfortable on Quintrell's shoulder. All this moving and jumping around – could they go back now? It was day and they still had to be up all night with the brown thing. "Oh stop complainin' Guru.. " The thief mumbled as he kicked aside the mulch of dead leaves. "You'll just stay in the room n' sleep anyway."
Wrinkling his nose, Quintrell gave a shrug and hefted the sack to the other shoulder. Who knew a wherry would be heavy. He shifted to his left foot, then right, reverse and repeat. To stuff the wherry somewhere and sneak it into Dmitri's room while they are all at lesson, or do it now. Hm, such a dilemma. Although, if they did it right then they both could reap the glorious rewards of their labor.
"C'mon then," He called cheerily while stepping between the trees to lead the way back toward the outdoor kitchens. They really had not gone that far, and when taking a straight path back to the Weyr it took a great deal less time than it had taken getting out to where they found the wherry. With a springy step Quintrell had them dodging around the kitchen staff – the theif pausing every now and then to let the mindhealer catch up and be within range for conversation.
"Ya'know, I hafta ask.. " He slowed enough to walk alongside her instead of zipping off ahead. Oh, sure, his mind was delighted with the aspect of shoving the critter into the bluewherling's room and hearing him scream like a girl – but ever the one with a short attention span, Quintrell had to amuse himself with something else along the way. "I figure that bein' a mind healer takes a bit o'thinkin' – smarts ya'know. Yet you've been playin' me this naive girl that dun seem to know any better. I think you do know better, so I hafta ask.. what is that all 'bout?"
Both brows had raised to his hairline as he regarded the mindhealer. "No offense or nuthin'. I like ya well enough that it dun matter. I think yer smarter than what yer playin' at. And don't —" Too Cute "—pay Guru any mind."