10-21-2019, 01:03 PM
As the drake lectured him, Abathur could feel himself reflexively withdrawing himself. He very well knew it was a stupid idea, but... what other choice did he have, really? "It was stupid, yeah, but... don't have anywhere else to go." He was very much more nervous than he was before, wanting to run away again, though he lacked the energy to do so. This was too much like many other lectures, and he tentatively waited for the yelling to start.
The yelling never came.
Not only did Argus offer a small, noticeably softer comment, expressing joy in his existence, but Kydobi, one of the caravan of people who were apparently worried about his living, if Argus's words were any indication, was actually saying that the multi-eyed being was too harsh. Too harsh? That was barely a reprimand, to him. Truly, he was used to much worse. Were his parents worse than he thought, or were these just some truly caring, nice people?
Little did he know it was a clan of murderers and slavers - not that he understood either concept very much.
After Kydobi finished his very nice... tirade? rant? His very nice speech to Argus, Abathur took a moment to consider what he was going to say next. Despite the warmth blooming in his chest from the charity of these folks, the anxiety of earlier still permeated his being, leaving him awfully wont to be very careful about what he said. If he didn't, perhaps he would say something wrong, and be kicked back out into the blazing sands.
The kit shook his head and said, slowly, "Thank you for the water," in as polite a voice he could manage, desperately trying to ignore the shudder in his own voice. "What do you mean by comfortable?" He asked, silently praying to a god he didn't believe in that the act of questioning wouldn't set someone off, wouldn't activate some tempestuous bomb that would result in something awful.
The yelling never came.
Not only did Argus offer a small, noticeably softer comment, expressing joy in his existence, but Kydobi, one of the caravan of people who were apparently worried about his living, if Argus's words were any indication, was actually saying that the multi-eyed being was too harsh. Too harsh? That was barely a reprimand, to him. Truly, he was used to much worse. Were his parents worse than he thought, or were these just some truly caring, nice people?
Little did he know it was a clan of murderers and slavers - not that he understood either concept very much.
After Kydobi finished his very nice... tirade? rant? His very nice speech to Argus, Abathur took a moment to consider what he was going to say next. Despite the warmth blooming in his chest from the charity of these folks, the anxiety of earlier still permeated his being, leaving him awfully wont to be very careful about what he said. If he didn't, perhaps he would say something wrong, and be kicked back out into the blazing sands.
The kit shook his head and said, slowly, "Thank you for the water," in as polite a voice he could manage, desperately trying to ignore the shudder in his own voice. "What do you mean by comfortable?" He asked, silently praying to a god he didn't believe in that the act of questioning wouldn't set someone off, wouldn't activate some tempestuous bomb that would result in something awful.
tags - "speech"