08-05-2020, 03:30 PM
HIGHER BEINGS, THESE WORDS ARE FOR YOU ALONE
ghostwhisper - mantis-awahondo hybrid - they/them
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]It was easy to hide surprise when one's face was carefully hidden. Ghostwhisper's face, locked behind heavy shell, was hidden and whatever emotions they had for display were equally hidden beneath rigid posture and ever so formal behavior. A lion was new to them, especially since they had yet to stumble across any prides in their journeys. Such was probably bound to happen in the future, but for the time being, they could marvel in such an abstract creature unlike any that they had yet to see. Their talons settled once Aurum had taken their paper, waiting patiently for a response - patience they could perform with little thought, if nearly none at all. A name had been given, which would hopefully make future visits of service here a bit easier, even if their ability to speak still happened to not exist. Their shell tipped to the side when the other mentioned a lack of needing their services. Hm. They'd keep such a notion in mind for later visits. If doing something was not an option, bringing something most likely was. Relics they had traded in the past for shiny things. They would have to expand their utilities in this new land.
When the next person arrived, Ghostwhisper once again performed their bowing motion to the near perfect replication of the first. Ghost wasn't certain if it had been because of a sense of formality, or if it was to replicate the lowering of the other's head. Either way, they demonstrated respect as best they could without the use of a single word. The territory of this land was ever changing? That piqued their interest, and perhaps would have blossomed a groan if they actually possessed a voice to decree any disgust for their maps potentially being rendered useless. A question was given to them, and seeing as their first paper still had use, they produced another sheet from their cloak and a quill as well. Hasty scribbles began coating the parchment. They looked at it for a long and hard moment upon finishing, before lifting the paper up to show.
'Depends on what is required off of me. I do not charge much - would be bad business practice.' They remembered the absurd cost they had once encountered for a measly lantern. It would make them wince, but they withheld. 'A small portion of would could be spared as payment. Do not wish to take what little have. Entirely open to discussion.' Ghost supposed discussion wasn't exactly the correct word to use, as they had to take so much time writing down their thoughts, but they had no better word to use. They turned the paper around to again show, shell lowering a little as they waited to hear what the returned words would be. Hopeful on the inside, but their stiff and formal demeanor certainly did not reveal any of their internal desires other than what had been sketched onto their paper.
[div style="width: 100%; height: auto; text-align: justify; padding: 20px; font-size: 15px; color: #f2ffff;"]It was easy to hide surprise when one's face was carefully hidden. Ghostwhisper's face, locked behind heavy shell, was hidden and whatever emotions they had for display were equally hidden beneath rigid posture and ever so formal behavior. A lion was new to them, especially since they had yet to stumble across any prides in their journeys. Such was probably bound to happen in the future, but for the time being, they could marvel in such an abstract creature unlike any that they had yet to see. Their talons settled once Aurum had taken their paper, waiting patiently for a response - patience they could perform with little thought, if nearly none at all. A name had been given, which would hopefully make future visits of service here a bit easier, even if their ability to speak still happened to not exist. Their shell tipped to the side when the other mentioned a lack of needing their services. Hm. They'd keep such a notion in mind for later visits. If doing something was not an option, bringing something most likely was. Relics they had traded in the past for shiny things. They would have to expand their utilities in this new land.
When the next person arrived, Ghostwhisper once again performed their bowing motion to the near perfect replication of the first. Ghost wasn't certain if it had been because of a sense of formality, or if it was to replicate the lowering of the other's head. Either way, they demonstrated respect as best they could without the use of a single word. The territory of this land was ever changing? That piqued their interest, and perhaps would have blossomed a groan if they actually possessed a voice to decree any disgust for their maps potentially being rendered useless. A question was given to them, and seeing as their first paper still had use, they produced another sheet from their cloak and a quill as well. Hasty scribbles began coating the parchment. They looked at it for a long and hard moment upon finishing, before lifting the paper up to show.
'Depends on what is required off of me. I do not charge much - would be bad business practice.' They remembered the absurd cost they had once encountered for a measly lantern. It would make them wince, but they withheld. 'A small portion of would could be spared as payment. Do not wish to take what little have. Entirely open to discussion.' Ghost supposed discussion wasn't exactly the correct word to use, as they had to take so much time writing down their thoughts, but they had no better word to use. They turned the paper around to again show, shell lowering a little as they waited to hear what the returned words would be. Hopeful on the inside, but their stiff and formal demeanor certainly did not reveal any of their internal desires other than what had been sketched onto their paper.
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FULZANIN is a 19 year old content creator. Currently roleplaying as Beezlebub in the Pitt and Jotunhel in the Typhoon. Time spent outside of work and writing is typically done in Creatures of Sonaria. FULZANIN is also in a happy relationship, and is aegosexual/asexual herself.
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