01-06-2020, 04:50 PM
Border patrol was a bit gloomier for the newly-crowned chaser. Not because of his newfound position, no, that didn't bring his spirits down, just confused them - in reality, the true culprit to his foul mood was his faulty eyesight. A downer for anyone in his position, for sure, but he disliked dwelling on that thought, even if it did put him square in the middle of a metaphorical sinkhole full of mud that he couldn't climb out of no matter how hard he tried. Speaking of that incredibly specific metaphor, he happened upon such a scene - a large tiger, sunk down in the muddy landscape of Tanglewood's signature swamp. His first instinct was to help, but such help was already being doled out by one of their resident hyenas, Vathmos, with Aurum uncharacteristically sitting on the sidelines, along with the small Kiira, whom he didn't really know that well. The spider came to sit alongside Aurum's form, gazing down at the tiger with as much force as he could muster, doing his best to focus the image to no avail. He was quite used to that process, trying to see, then, subsequently, failing to. It only got worse as the days went on, unfortunately.
"Greetings," he said, to the subterranean tiger, trying to think up something to talk about. "How is mud?" Nobody said he was good at small talk, but he did his best, even if it sort of... failed. He realized it, after saying it, but decided to abide by his question, imagining that the situation would get more awkward if he backpedaled. Hopefully she could just laugh about it.
"Greetings," he said, to the subterranean tiger, trying to think up something to talk about. "How is mud?" Nobody said he was good at small talk, but he did his best, even if it sort of... failed. He realized it, after saying it, but decided to abide by his question, imagining that the situation would get more awkward if he backpedaled. Hopefully she could just laugh about it.
tags - "speech"