06-01-2022, 12:37 AM
[div style="width: 48%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Zjarr felt the tension in his aching muscles disappear nearly instantaneously at the sight of Aesior, who had made his way over from whatever collection of herbs he was dealing with at the moment to approach them. "Aesi, buddy!" he called, an immense, almost comical grin upon his maw as he greeted the cat. Another Tangler followed suit, jutting a paw out to him that the Siberian husky took to shake respectfully. They both seemed confused, understandably so, and it was that very concern that the family attempted to address...albeit, in another language.
Amused chocolate brown eyes flickered to Christian, who tried his best to explain the situation to the gathering Tanglewood residents. Poor kid. It seemed that no one was capable of speaking German in this entire crowd except for the Ignibuses (well, a few of them, at least). Why was that so bizarre to Zjarr? Was that something to be expected of a completely foreign group of people? It was normal to me at some point. I dunno why. Rather than melt his own brain trying to decipher why the language was so familiar and commonplace to him, he opted to simply push the thought away and stay present in the moment. We need to stay here. They gotta let us in. There's nowhere else for us to go. It would be futile to turn back now and head back to the Forge, where Flamey would cast them out once more. It's not as though the Forge was a safe place to raise children anyway — they needed a new location to live, surrounded by trustworthy people. This was the best place Zjarr had in mind. He just hoped that he was right.
He nodded in acknowledgment of Lanyu's rough translation of Christian's words. "Dad says we can come live here." Well, that was the gist of it all, essentially. "Y'got it. Thank you, Lanyu," the demon said, offering her a smile before turning back to the rest. "As you've gathered, I'm Dad. Zjarr. These're my kids: the girl is Lanyu, the lil' German boy is Christian, and Four-Eyes is Randall. We've run into a, uh, unfortunate situation in our old home, and we need to stay someplace safe. Not to put ol' Aesior here in the spotlight, but he mentione sum' 'bout comin' down here to introduce myself if I was in the area, so, y'know, why not?" A beat filled with a soft chuckle. "'n' hey, we can pull our own weight. I'm a smith, I can hunt 'n' fight. Whatever T-wood needs."
His eyes landed on Aesior again, who made his position clear that they should allow the family to take shelter. His expression softened, as though to thank him in complete silence. A true friend, indeed.
Amused chocolate brown eyes flickered to Christian, who tried his best to explain the situation to the gathering Tanglewood residents. Poor kid. It seemed that no one was capable of speaking German in this entire crowd except for the Ignibuses (well, a few of them, at least). Why was that so bizarre to Zjarr? Was that something to be expected of a completely foreign group of people? It was normal to me at some point. I dunno why. Rather than melt his own brain trying to decipher why the language was so familiar and commonplace to him, he opted to simply push the thought away and stay present in the moment. We need to stay here. They gotta let us in. There's nowhere else for us to go. It would be futile to turn back now and head back to the Forge, where Flamey would cast them out once more. It's not as though the Forge was a safe place to raise children anyway — they needed a new location to live, surrounded by trustworthy people. This was the best place Zjarr had in mind. He just hoped that he was right.
He nodded in acknowledgment of Lanyu's rough translation of Christian's words. "Dad says we can come live here." Well, that was the gist of it all, essentially. "Y'got it. Thank you, Lanyu," the demon said, offering her a smile before turning back to the rest. "As you've gathered, I'm Dad. Zjarr. These're my kids: the girl is Lanyu, the lil' German boy is Christian, and Four-Eyes is Randall. We've run into a, uh, unfortunate situation in our old home, and we need to stay someplace safe. Not to put ol' Aesior here in the spotlight, but he mentione sum' 'bout comin' down here to introduce myself if I was in the area, so, y'know, why not?" A beat filled with a soft chuckle. "'n' hey, we can pull our own weight. I'm a smith, I can hunt 'n' fight. Whatever T-wood needs."
His eyes landed on Aesior again, who made his position clear that they should allow the family to take shelter. His expression softened, as though to thank him in complete silence. A true friend, indeed.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]cold cold cold[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot