quinn
Are we just killing time - just living year to year
There was a series of expressions that must have ranged over his face during story time. Quinn did feel, absurdly, a brief sensation that he knew must have been relief that passed over his face when he realised that the tale being told wasn’t actually factual – at least, he assumed it wasn’t. If he could be giving an expression if he had eyebrows and binocular vision, he’d have one eyebrow arched so high that it would probably have exploded into space just by the muscle lifting it up.
All the same, Quinn’s eyes followed the blade as Raymond waved it.
Quinn’s face finally split into a grin as he reciprocated the greeting.
“Quinn. Nice to meet you, teller of tall tales,” he responds. He shouldn’t be assuming as he was, but it was a habit that the youngster was still learning how to break. He was used to it, but it was a habit he picked up from his sire – and he used it now to decide that with that blade, Raymond must be a fighter.
Even so, Quinn didn’t think he should try to put himself on the receiving end. That could be bad.
“Okay then but, how does stepping no a tail make something like that grow? Though, truth be told, your uncle for all I know could have had magic feet that turned things into organic matter. I suppose he’d be glad that was his hooves if that was the case,” Quinn added in, asking both a question but realising that where he’d been born, anything was possible – maybe it was out here? False story or not, Quinn enjoyed the fun of it.
What better way to get to know someone than to exchange strange stories?
All the same, Quinn’s eyes followed the blade as Raymond waved it.
Quinn’s face finally split into a grin as he reciprocated the greeting.
“Quinn. Nice to meet you, teller of tall tales,” he responds. He shouldn’t be assuming as he was, but it was a habit that the youngster was still learning how to break. He was used to it, but it was a habit he picked up from his sire – and he used it now to decide that with that blade, Raymond must be a fighter.
Even so, Quinn didn’t think he should try to put himself on the receiving end. That could be bad.
“Okay then but, how does stepping no a tail make something like that grow? Though, truth be told, your uncle for all I know could have had magic feet that turned things into organic matter. I suppose he’d be glad that was his hooves if that was the case,” Quinn added in, asking both a question but realising that where he’d been born, anything was possible – maybe it was out here? False story or not, Quinn enjoyed the fun of it.
What better way to get to know someone than to exchange strange stories?
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