OH, PEACH PIT + halo tryout 1/2

[GABRIEL]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He would've smirked, if he could, although he was able to see that his attempt at relatively light humor hadn't been received as gracefully as he'd anticipated. Moon didn't seem genuinely agitated, so he supposed it was at least a point five percent success. Better than zero. "Nothing, twigs." His gaze went pointedly to the many bits of sticks in the lion's fur, and Gabe assumed this would be the end of their conversation, with Moon off to deliver the many herbs he carried to whomever demanded them, but instead, the kid set his collection down. "Well, good luck with that. Didn't look like you were timed or anything." In fact, he seemed he was completely unsupervised. How was anyone to evaluate his performance when they merely accepted the end result, rather than the path taken? The road forged was where true ingenuity and capability revealed themselves, but this wasn't his show to run. Which became more apparent as a few people drifted in, first the gentle Imperia, then the less-so Versailles. Halo try-outs. Gabe wondered just how many were gearing up for that. Every person who'd gathered herbs lately, he figured.

The hybrid stepped back as another person arrived, one he didn't recognize, and she soon revealed herself to be the one in charge of this shebang. His dark eyes remained there a moment, blank, before Gabe gave Moon a shrug. He could interpret that however he liked, if he cared to at all, and with that, he turned to leave, knowing there was little else for him to do. He wasn't helpful in collecting herbs beyond the barest of necessities, and he wasn't one to stand around needlessly.
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