selvin-9 system mingle

[rebuildyourruins]

Who: everyone
Broadcast: no
Action: Selvin-9
When: throughout December until mid-January

[It's fluff-planet time, fleeters, and there's plenty to do. Snow time like the present!]

* System info

Comments

[apurrstate]

[He sighed dramatically at the implication that somehow eleven would be too many. But when she asks about their names, he lights up.]

That one is Knight-Commander Lacey Paws, she's rather rambunctious. [He points to the one currently inching closer to see if she can sniff the large dog-thing.]

This little girl here is Mistress Dainty-Claw, she likes to be carried everywhere. And their better-behaved brother is Archon Cloudyspots. [He nods to the cat perched on his shoulder who leaps down to go over and courageously sniff Hermione's shoes.]

What about your large mutt-friend there? [He says it with barely-concealed affection, despite the slight miff at the canine.]

[brainiest]

[ At least the kittens seem to do something to distract him, and Hermione laughs quietly. ]

They're all lovely names. [ As ridiculous as she had expected, really, and she shakes her head before she turns and glances down at the giant wolf at her side. He's huge, and big, and she can't help the way she crosses her arms a little at the word mutt. ]

He's a pureblood Direwolf, thank you, and his name is Romulus. He was part of a pack that I helped a friend take care of when I was still in the Drabwurld. I was always his favourite, but best not tell Robb that.

[ Not that Robb is here, but that's not the point. ]

[apurrstate]

[He smirks at her reaction. A finger comes up to his lips and that smirk spreads to a smile.] I won't breathe a word of it.


But, my dear, a dog is a dog. I will grant that he certainly carries himself with a certain amount of nobility. Greetings, Ser Romulus. [He doesn't go so far as to bow, but he nods as though greeting someone of some status.]

Did you receive him as a present recently?

[brainiest]

[ Romulus did look insulted for a moment before he shakes himself, settling down to be more comfortable. He reacts to Anders with a tilt of his head and a yip that could be a greeting, and Hermione laughs quietly. ]

I did. I think it must be from the Atroma. Did you get one as well?

[apurrstate]

[Okay. That makes him laugh. Stupid dogs being semi-charming when they wanted to be and were just slobbering on him.]

I did...I'll show it to you once I've figured out fully how to use it.

[He hardly wanted to show her what was essentially a useless piece of metal until he learned how to focus his mana into the blade he knew the hilt could make.]

It's a tool from home to focus my mana in a new way, I think it'll come in handy, I simply have to teach myself more about it.

[His eyes roamed over her bags briefly out of curiosity.]

Were you out shopping for something specific?

[brainiest]

Oh!

[ Moving forward, she takes a closer look at his gift. It's nice, she thinks, and it's definitely interesting. ]

It looks interesting. I'd be interested in learning more about it once you've figured it all out.

[ But, oh. She glances down and smiles shyly at her bags. ]

Christmas shopping.

[apurrstate]

I'll show you.

[He might even see if he could teach her to wield it, if their magics worked similarly enough. He just needed to teach himself first.]

Ah. I'll be honest, I always forget what it is you call it. Your gift giving celebration seems to land earlier than the one we celebrate back in Thedas.

That said...I'm also shopping for presents....Mostly just in case they decide we need to be eaten again by the time they're meant to be given. [He gives a wry smile.]

Shall we continue together or is that some sort of tabboo?

[brainiest]

I'd love that. I've been working with my rapier, but I'm sure it'd be much different with an actual magic blade.

[ But she leans forward, offering him a soft smile again. ]

I don't mind, if you don't. I've already bought the presents for you and they're back on the ship.

[ And, yes, she's definitely teasing him. ]

[apurrstate]

Oh no! Now I'll be left guessing. I suppose it's an acceptable price to pay for your company.

[He shifts the packages he already has and dislodges the cat resting on it so she's forced to climb to his other shoulder, all so he can offer her his arm.]

You and many others on the fleet are celebrating holidays now, but our 'gift giving' holiday is in a couple months from now. I'm afraid you'll have to wait for yours until then. Tradition and all that.