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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:41 pm
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Though Treo really ought to have learned the hazards of keeping his nose in the pages of some tome or other whilst moving, it was clear that he hadn’t yet made the connection betwixt walking and reading…and walking and writing. He was currently engaged in the latter, making little notes about the interesting things he had seen thus far. Having taken but a small glance at some of the classes that took place, making particularly lengthy paragraphs about which he wished to attend, and in what order. Finally drawing gold eyes up from his scrawlings, he realized he’d meandered into an as-of-yet unexplored section of the school grounds.
There was a large fountain up ahead, and that, at least, was a landmark. Well, that at least he could sit down upon while he figured out just where everything else was. It would be humiliating to have to acquire directions…though he told himself that, pride aside, he was still a fresh arrival, well within the time frame where making such inquiries was deemed acceptable. It would just mean forced contact with another student, whereupon he would have to be subject to the whims of their knowledge, and any tedious method by which they chose to convey it.
Heaving a sigh, he plopped himself down on the edge of the fountain, pulled his pad of paper back up, and began idly doodling his surroundings, beginning with a tree that stood a few yards away. It was only graphite that he had to render, but he could at least get the details down…maybe he’d paint it later, if the urge took him. Pointed ears still paid heed to his surroundings, mind…he would have to discover how to get back to his dorm eventually, whether he was fond of interaction or no.
ATh e a r t I am SO SORRY IT TOOK THIS LONG.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2015 3:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 25, 2015 8:20 am
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It took Treoris a moment to acknowledge that someone had spoken to him, completing the meticulous veining of a leaf for a few lingering seconds before slowly gold eyes widened and his consciousness registered both the compliment and the following apology. “Oh.” His head tilted up to look at the ghoul, that gaze turning from dissatisfaction at the distraction to curiosity in one swift blink. “No. Not disturbed.” He assured, shifting a bit, the tip of his long tail swaying in little flicks as a cat’s might. “I was just…engrossed.” A quick perusal of his sketch, as though he was seeing it for the first time….not his best…not his worst either.
“Treoris. Gold dragon.” He offered a clawed hand forth to the ghoul rather delicately, as he’d learned – by a combination of his mother swatting him about, and a slew of social mishaps – that introducing oneself politely was the surefire way to accrue at least initial information about others. That information was oft the gateway to the acquisition of racial information, personal wisdom and any enriching knowledge that they had to bestow. It was too late, by this time, to avoid the social encounter. She was already right here, over his shoulder, and apologizing for naught more than a mere interaction.
It could be borne.
That and she was rather entrancing to the eye, a bit like a canvas come to life.
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Posted: Wed Aug 26, 2015 10:08 am
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A soft rumble came from low in the dragon boil’s throat as she returned his gesture, waiting but a moment to withdraw his hand. His gaze was a touch more alive now, fascination coming fully into play as the Horsewoman made her introduction. Though he had heard the term Horseman/Horsewoman in passing, Treo bore absolutely no familiarity with them…there hadn’t precisely been a slew of visitors to the village he’d grown up around until the ah…incident.
“Conquest Horsewoman…?” He echoed the designation with a sort of probing enthusiasm. Whilst she might look like an engaging oil painting, now she bore a potential treasure-trove of information – Treo’s chief satisfaction in life.
“And ah. No.” The boil frowned a bit then, clawed fingers pushing stray blond strands away from his eyes, “I wandered here from school. I’m new. Not entirely sure of the way back.” But I will figure it out… The stubborn desire to acquire his own sense of direction; depending on absolutely no one else was definitely present, albeit unspoken in the rather abrupt way the words fell from his lips. At least it was now that quest had been pushed even further into his future by her interruption. “The…scenery was just a nice surprise.” And his lips quirked slightly, just the faintest of smiles, there for a second in enjoyment of his hobby, and then gone again just as swiftly.
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