02-22-2020, 07:25 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]The architecture of the small group was fascinating. Bokarsi was not sure if the animals themselves built the structures, or if perhaps humans had long ago, but obviously the residents have made themselves comfortable within them. They had not yet chosen a dwelling, content in simply looking at the different huts and jotting down the visible differences.
They were in the middle of a report when a thud caught their attention. Bokarsi peered up from their little book, eyes widening upon seeing the purple dragon. They had caught a glimpse of the creature before, when Ocelot had been throwing his knives, but they had not had the chance to properly study him. Bokarsi packed away their journal into their satchel and toddled over to where Ska'arq and Roan were mingling.
The feline(?) was in the process of asking what they assumed was a question. They did not recognize some of the words and that made them temporarily frown in confusion. Is my translation spell failing? They absentmindedly asked themselves. They would have to look into that later. Shelving the thought for later, Bokarsi hopped up the porch and peered inside the hut, taking Roan's initiative as an invitation to do the same.
"Are you going to furnish this home?" Bokarsi asked, frowning at the distinct lack of personal accents the house held. They were itching to learn the preferences of their temporary groupmates; Bokarsi would have to do their own sleuthing if asking gave them no satisfactory results.
They were in the middle of a report when a thud caught their attention. Bokarsi peered up from their little book, eyes widening upon seeing the purple dragon. They had caught a glimpse of the creature before, when Ocelot had been throwing his knives, but they had not had the chance to properly study him. Bokarsi packed away their journal into their satchel and toddled over to where Ska'arq and Roan were mingling.
The feline(?) was in the process of asking what they assumed was a question. They did not recognize some of the words and that made them temporarily frown in confusion. Is my translation spell failing? They absentmindedly asked themselves. They would have to look into that later. Shelving the thought for later, Bokarsi hopped up the porch and peered inside the hut, taking Roan's initiative as an invitation to do the same.
"Are you going to furnish this home?" Bokarsi asked, frowning at the distinct lack of personal accents the house held. They were itching to learn the preferences of their temporary groupmates; Bokarsi would have to do their own sleuthing if asking gave them no satisfactory results.