Post by Leon Silverblood on May 28, 2009 21:28:02 GMT -5
Leon lifted his shoe and stared in disbelief. Then he looked up as he heard something he didn't at all recognize. His mouth hung open for several moments before he finally said "ValJohn! You SPOKE! Two years and I've never heard a peep out of you!!"
The answer, as the surly old cook turned away to actually comply with someone, was a certain finger waved carelessly over his shoulder.
"Well. I guess he just likes you, Giddien. Hey could you toss me a bottle of somethin from over there? And fill me in a little. Where ya from, man? How'd you wind up in Malton?"
He glances down at his shoe again, then the "dog," Noah. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair, then catches an idea. He takes a piece of rat jerky from days long gone, the first days of the Elbow Room when Lachryma brought this as if it were a welcome treat. He hated to admit to himself the things he'd eaten, and tossed this piece in Noah's general direction, not thinking about how much he'd had of it.
The answer, as the surly old cook turned away to actually comply with someone, was a certain finger waved carelessly over his shoulder.
"Well. I guess he just likes you, Giddien. Hey could you toss me a bottle of somethin from over there? And fill me in a little. Where ya from, man? How'd you wind up in Malton?"
He glances down at his shoe again, then the "dog," Noah. He shakes his head and runs his fingers through his hair, then catches an idea. He takes a piece of rat jerky from days long gone, the first days of the Elbow Room when Lachryma brought this as if it were a welcome treat. He hated to admit to himself the things he'd eaten, and tossed this piece in Noah's general direction, not thinking about how much he'd had of it.
