WHO: Athessa, Kostos, Deimos WHAT: Introducing the bat to the griffons WHEN: now! (before satinalia) WHERE: the griffon keep? NOTES: this can't possibly get awkward
Why does she insist on ruining the only fun he'll have all day? And threatening him with this accursed fluffy creature that doesn't deserve any of this?
"Whatever. I'll do it."
But he leaves them to talk, to it. Athessa will tell him where she wants him to be, so he falls silent, arms crossing over his chest. Waiting, let them decide who goes first.
“Charming,” Kostos mutters, fully aware of the irony behind the sarcasm—but it is nice, at least, to not be the most abrasive person in the room for once. To Athessa, he says, “We can see who is awake and in a good mood.”
A murmur to the wisp, too, and it wanders obediently toward the ceiling to watch from overhead. It can provide a barrier, later, if someone is about to die and his hands are too full to do it himself.
Then he turns to walk deeper into the aerie, with a sour look at Deimos that suggests he ought to follow while continuing to maintain that Kostos doesn’t like him.
Phew. Athessa heaves a sigh and pats the bat again, as if it represents her own worries and she's assuaging them.
As it turns out, Hugo is asleep with his head buried beneath his wing. Butterball, though, is awake, happy, and round. He's been well-fed, to his delight.
"Well hello, Butterball," she greets, and receives a clocked head and a soft screech in return. "Do you wanna make a couple new friends today?"
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"You can either agree to not punch the griffons at all, or you can hold the bat and I'll help restrain the griffons."
Then, to Kostos:
"Lord Tuftytoes should be an easy one. Or Butterball? Maybe Hugo."
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"Whatever. I'll do it."
But he leaves them to talk, to it. Athessa will tell him where she wants him to be, so he falls silent, arms crossing over his chest. Waiting, let them decide who goes first.
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A murmur to the wisp, too, and it wanders obediently toward the ceiling to watch from overhead. It can provide a barrier, later, if someone is about to die and his hands are too full to do it himself.
Then he turns to walk deeper into the aerie, with a sour look at Deimos that suggests he ought to follow while continuing to maintain that Kostos doesn’t like him.
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As it turns out, Hugo is asleep with his head buried beneath his wing. Butterball, though, is awake, happy, and round. He's been well-fed, to his delight.
"Well hello, Butterball," she greets, and receives a clocked head and a soft screech in return. "Do you wanna make a couple new friends today?"