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oh my god; look at that face
Who: Adrasteius & Vanadi
When: A day after the intro log
Where: Caissa
What: Have a Drink! -- or a plate of food
Rating: Nah
[ Adra's not a huge fan of these festivities; he prefers to be neat, orderly, and most of all, dry. Wet clothes, wet hair, wet skin--it all sounds like a recipe for an unpleasant, sticky mess. He'll pass. But he's still keen to help, so he's taken up a temporary position at one of the food stalls. Once allowed past the counter, he immediately took over the menu. They're serving crepes, both sweet and savory. Some are filled with cream and fruit; others, with vegetables, meat, and sauce. All of them are baked perfectly. The fruit is fresh and sweet; the vegetables crunchy; the meat seasoned with just the right mix of salt and pepper. Adra's busy, but eventually there is a lull.
And it's during this lull that he spots something strangely familiar, bobbing through the crowd. Ears, very much like his own. He leans forward, hands gripping the edges of the stall, and tries to get a better look. But the man's back is turned. ]
Hey! Hey, you! With the ears!
[ Not the most polite form of address, but he's feeling a little frantic. Could it be ...? ]
When: A day after the intro log
Where: Caissa
What: Have a Drink! -- or a plate of food
Rating: Nah
[ Adra's not a huge fan of these festivities; he prefers to be neat, orderly, and most of all, dry. Wet clothes, wet hair, wet skin--it all sounds like a recipe for an unpleasant, sticky mess. He'll pass. But he's still keen to help, so he's taken up a temporary position at one of the food stalls. Once allowed past the counter, he immediately took over the menu. They're serving crepes, both sweet and savory. Some are filled with cream and fruit; others, with vegetables, meat, and sauce. All of them are baked perfectly. The fruit is fresh and sweet; the vegetables crunchy; the meat seasoned with just the right mix of salt and pepper. Adra's busy, but eventually there is a lull.
And it's during this lull that he spots something strangely familiar, bobbing through the crowd. Ears, very much like his own. He leans forward, hands gripping the edges of the stall, and tries to get a better look. But the man's back is turned. ]
Hey! Hey, you! With the ears!
[ Not the most polite form of address, but he's feeling a little frantic. Could it be ...? ]
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Not at all, I'm afraid. Kitrite through and through. [ But he's not here to talk about himself, as evidenced by the close attention currently being paid to his new friend. ] And from what planet do blood elves come from? Quite a name, by the way, very dramatic. I'm already a fan.
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Azeroth.
[ He frowns a little. ]
The name isn't meant to be dramatic. Or invite praise.
[ He goes back to what he was doing--chopping up fresh lettuce for the crepes. Abruptly, he adds: ]
Are you hungry?