[ guess who didn't even have to run cuz he started making his way to the eyrie immediately upon learning what the task was? this guy, who's been listening to all this happen while having a Serious Talk with ghostface about not embarrassing him. when they get to the eyrie, in whatever order and manner they do, talin waves, not even trying not to look smug about it. ]
[ sennara swings down from the ledge she's been folded atop, dislodging buttons' head to a squawk of protest. a hand to the bags: stripped-down traveller's packs, slim save the padded straps that hook over shoulder and between the thigh. not dissimilar to griffon harness —
which they'll need to forgo, to make this work. ]
Talin, [ take a bag. the next for clarisse, pending introduction. ] And?
[ she steps further into the room, fielding the griffons (they obviously know her well and are expecting food and attention) and taking a closer look at the packs. and sennara, tbh. ]
[ The third flies through the door with enough speed that coming to a sudden stop is only precariously graceful, bringing her up onto her toes and so far forward over them that she only doesn't fall over because she is an ATHLETE with CATLIKE BALANCE
who for a moment, taking in the eyrie's three total preexisting occupants, could cry.
She doesn't. But she does say, ] What? [ as shorthand for no, why, not fair, terrible! as her defeated gaze falls on Talin in particular. ]
[ taking the pack from sennara, suppressing a smirk. he does feel slightly more sympathy for xio's distress than he does for clarisse, but only slightly. ]
Did you think arguing was going to get you here faster?
There is fastest to run, and there is farthest. Maybe she surprise you.
[ but the wink she throws xio over the final bag, doesn't disagree with him. each of the packs is carefully sewn, painstakingly checked – and in talin's case, still unlikely to open. there's a reason they're doing this over water.
she pushes up her sleeves over a flash of ink, plants hands on hips.]
We go to the Twins. Griffon-keeper, who do we take?
[ Slinging the second pack over her shoulder, Clarisse looks over the griffons with quick appraisal, checking who's at home. Normally she would of course bring Blunder Supreme, but she thinks well-behaved, steady fliers would be better for this particular errand. ]
Potato, [ she decides after a few moments. ] If we're taking more than one, Butterball too.
[ Xiomara's eyes narrow at Talin, argument bubbling. But the bubble is promptly popped by Sennara recognizing her greatness. Taking the pack, she says, ]
Asit tal-eb,
[ which isn't sucking up zero, but less than if her third-place pack hadn't already been awarded, and less than if she'd delivered it with straight shoulders and high chin instead of tipping the pack in a very casual salute.
Clarisse is the griffon expert; Xiomara nods agreeably at her assessment and moves to begin gathering a harness and a slingy bag useful for transporting griffon-attention-grabbing treats. ]
[ Does she still get to jump off a griffon? Then, cool. While Xiomara gathers what she'll need, Clarisse goes to attempt collecting Potato, clicking her tongue and promising delicious treats. ]
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[ One of these is easier to catch up to than the other, see?
But also: running for real now, no more talking. ]
the most here possible
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clarisse bursts into the eyrie and stops short just inside the doorway as she sees talin already waiting for them. she's fuming. ]
tag order anarchy pls so i dont fucking die
which they'll need to forgo, to make this work. ]
Talin, [ take a bag. the next for clarisse, pending introduction. ] And?
[ the third must still be running. ]
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[ she steps further into the room, fielding the griffons (they obviously know her well and are expecting food and attention) and taking a closer look at the packs. and sennara, tbh. ]
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who for a moment, taking in the eyrie's three total preexisting occupants, could cry.
She doesn't. But she does say, ] What? [ as shorthand for no, why, not fair, terrible! as her defeated gaze falls on Talin in particular. ]
guess who forgot to track this thread!!
Did you think arguing was going to get you here faster?
RNG said bag 1 for the one that doesn't work
[ but the wink she throws xio over the final bag, doesn't disagree with him. each of the packs is carefully sewn, painstakingly checked – and in talin's case, still unlikely to open. there's a reason they're doing this over water.
she pushes up her sleeves over a flash of ink, plants hands on hips.]
We go to the Twins. Griffon-keeper, who do we take?
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Potato, [ she decides after a few moments. ] If we're taking more than one, Butterball too.
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Asit tal-eb,
[ which isn't sucking up zero, but less than if her third-place pack hadn't already been awarded, and less than if she'd delivered it with straight shoulders and high chin instead of tipping the pack in a very casual salute.
Clarisse is the griffon expert; Xiomara nods agreeably at her assessment and moves to begin gathering a harness and a slingy bag useful for transporting griffon-attention-grabbing treats. ]
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Shanedan. You go together, [ first and third, she'd like an eye to what their griffon expert does. ] Most experience with least, yes?
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[ Does she still get to jump off a griffon? Then, cool. While Xiomara gathers what she'll need, Clarisse goes to attempt collecting Potato, clicking her tongue and promising delicious treats. ]
a million gomens, clearing my inbox
We're not choosing our own griffons?
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[ this is a test and it will be graded ]
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