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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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So he turns a good few seconds late, scanning the crowd, searching for anyone staring directly at him. And he finds it soon enough, a lovely pair of green eyes, complimented by long ears of their own. He's immediately interested. ]
You called? [ He's already smiling as he approaches, just a few notches down from swanning over. ]
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Oh.
[ A soft, disappointed sound.
Wait. Even Adra knows that's incredibly rude. He clears his throat. ]
I--I'm sorry. I thought you were one of my people.
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I imagine not, if all of yours have eyes quite so stunning as yours. [ He stops in front of the stand, one hand folded over his middle and the other rested on it, chin in palm. ] And yet otherwise, so close. Mind if I ask what you are?
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Sin'dorei.
[ Which Vanadi will hear, translated, as blood elf. ]
What about you? Are you--some kind of elf?
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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?