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 Posted: Thu Dec 09, 2010 5:26 pm
They weren't exactly the pair you'd expect to talk at all, given Sammis and the easy assumption that not only would he closely resemble his mother, (which he did), that he'd follow in her scrappy footsteps, making his mark with skill... and to a certain degree his fists... and Ifari...
Ifari was pretty much the definition of a sweet little nothing. Still, for whatever reason it was her he decided to target and ask about the rumors that were flying around like a virtual storm of flits.
He flopped belly down on an large rock, so he could see out over the water, and, cheerfully ignoring what she was doing outside. ((The rumors were so much more interesting than chores or sunbathing...))
Asked "Hey! Did you hear the rumors about the tunnel snakes? Something about them killing someone?"
He was clearly fascinated by this, in the way that the young (and especially a large slice of the population of young men) were fascinated by rumors that something unpleasant had happened to someone they didn't know in any form.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 6:28 pm
Iafri was...well, it didn't really matter what Iafri had been doing, because as soon as she heard the 'Hey!' she half-turned to see who it was, and whether or not they were talking to her. A quick glance around revealed that there was no one else the other person could be speaking to, and an even quicker glance at the speaker showed him to be Sammis. No sooner had she made the identification than her focus was back down on the ground.
"Oh, the tunnelsnakes. Yeah." The girl shuddered at the thought. The ones at the Touching had been huge and sharding scary. "A few of them killed one of the guards watching the clutch."
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 7:18 am
"Kind of crazy isn't it?" he pressed. "I hope they don't show up at the hatching..." His expression flicked to a frown at the thought. It was bad enough that they'd shown up once already, and that they were rumored to have killed a guard, but the hatching was going to be dangerous enough with the potential for mauling without wondering if a fallen candidate would be attacked by Tunnelsnakes, or if one of the hatchlings would.
There wouldn't be a white hatchling on the sand this time, which he was thankful enough for, but at the moment things sounded like they could get hairy enough.
"Cross fingers that they roust them first, huh?"
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