[Open: Caranthir] Breathing break

[elven_irs]

Well, it happened. And now, there is no sleeping to be had at the treehouse. Of course, for an Elda, sleep is not quite necessary - it is replaced by meditation, eyes open, and rest. Neither of those things are easy to achieve either, though, with a newborn dictating the schedule

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[trolololdamsel]

...because the typist just can't resist. Maledisant walks into the common room, stops near Caranthir, and sniffs the air.

"Something in here smells," she says. "Is it you?"

There's probably not even any unusual smell. Maledisant likes to make things up as a means of insulting random strangers.

[elven_irs]

"Atani smell more than my kind, woman," he replies blandly. "Begone, and get your nose fixed."

[trolololdamsel]

Maledisant is actually amused by the response, but she keeps up the haughty act.

"There's nothing wrong with my nose," she says. "Perhaps you should take a bath."

[elven_irs]

He snarls at her, and says, "What is wrong with you, woman?"

He'll stand (he's quite tall), and will look her over with contempt before he spits on her feet.

"Atan bitch."

He'd forgotten how some of those can be irritating at times.

Then, he turns to go.

[trolololdamsel]

Maledisant laughs, but she'll let him go.

She thinks this is hilarious. You've just made her day, Caranthir.