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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:27 am
"At sixth," Zita agreed, grinning broadly. "I look forward to it - ages since I've had the pleasure of another wyrm's company, particularly one like you." It was nothing but the truth: she didn't often see wyrms she liked the look of, so finding Tenar was a lucky break to say the least. Hopefully he wouldn't turn out to be a total b*****d.
"Necessity's the mother of invention," Clara explained. "I haven't time to fart about with a purse if I'm working a busy stall. ...D'you think we'd best leave those two to themselves tonight? It's ages since Zita's had a date, and I've no desire to interfere. I know an inn that does a good dinner if you fancy looking for some ladies tonight." She grinned at Beetle - he'd probably be a good companion for such an outing, and goodness knew Seth didn't mind her picking up chicks in his absence. (It was even better picking them up with him, though admittedly much harder: half-orcs weren't most girls' cup of tea.)
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 7:23 am
Angetenar grinned at Zita; he did like to be complimented, it was nice when the world admitted how awesome he was. “Likewise,” he said with a nod. “Only ones I seem to run into regularly are bonded to wizards and...” the hybrid gave a shrug. “Well wizards aren’t sorcerers,” he said with a snort, “stuffy lot mostly and that means their wyrms are either stuffy too or frustrated out of their minds. Either way, not good company.” Not that many of them seemed to want to be around him in any case, but he didn’t say that aloud. Perhaps it was because he was a hybrid, perhaps because he wasn’t the most ‘wyrmish’ or wyrms or perhaps because his bonded was a sorcerer not a wizard. Still, whatever the reason he lacked friends among his own; making on in Zita would be a very good idea indeed.
Beetle paused, unsure for a moment but contriving to look thoughtful rather than nervous. He hadn’t been planning on going along wherever the two wyrms went but... but he didn’t know Clara. Still, what was the worst that could come of spending an evening out with the human? Decent inn food would make a change from the distinctly average fare offered at the guild and perhaps he could perform, that would make him feel a lot less jittery in general; his stage confidence usually managed to linger for a few hours afterwards and he loved to feel confident rather than to just act it.
“Yes, yes that sounds most agreeable,” he said with a smile and a nod. “Been fae too long since I’ve been properly out and about, and it’s been a long time since Tenar’s had plans too.” In fact... the gnome grinned internally. ”Your first date,” he sent to the purple-scaled creature, ”Tenar’s all grown up. Well. In some ways.”
The half fire sent a mental mock growl back along the link. ”Har-har-har; very funny Bee. Still, date or no date; y’ need me give me a yell and I’ll be there, kay?” It seemed unlikely that his bonded would get into any trouble he wasn’t capable of getting out of but he also knew that the bar would feel better for the reminder, so there it was.
Beetle smiled softly and patted his wyrm friend on the neck. ”Thanks Ten, I will.” He’d already known that but somehow being told it again made him relax a notch. Oh well, he wasn’t about to delve into the tangled depths of his psyche right now; all that mattered was that he felt better for the purple’s words. “Well then,” he said aloud, “we’d best get the rest of our shopping done. We’ll be back here at sixth, see you both then.” Tonight would be fun, it would. Well, so long as Clara didn’t tease him for being a cute little songbird in any case.
The orange-eyed wyrm nodded to his bonded’s words. “Yea, we’d best be off now.” So saying, the tall creature turned and trotted off a few paces before pausing and looking back at Zita with a wink and a grin. “See y’ later, gorgeous.” Tonight was going to be brilliant.
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