Our Greenhouse...

[There's a quiet anger in Duib's voice, dangerous and low. He doesn't sound stressed so much as...alive, active. It's totally time to form a raid. He takes a deep breath here before speaking, keeping his voice level. He's had time to read everything on the communicators lately open to his eyes, and what he's seen...he hasn't ( Read more... )

[The Blood Elf's voice, to those that know him, is notably more sultry now, more feminized...and rather thin with stress as he finally deigns to speak.]

You know-

[And he pauses there, obviously thinking over his words and what precisely he wants to say, muttering to himself in a thoughtful manner. At last however, that big mouth wins out and the ( Read more... )

[A calm winter day. Soft snow. Duibhín sighs softly, and the communicator might take in the faint sounds of his feet crunching through snow, pausing now and then, presumably as he picks an herb along the way.]

You know...I had not thought I would spend a second Winterveil here.

[His voice is deceptively calm, as if he doesn't want to betray too ( Read more... )

[A very long pause. And then a snort, followed by.]

Aureln...?

[Whicker.]

[So basically, Duib technically won his bet. But the fae decided to mess with him a little and, well... He's currently hanging out at the edge of town near the bridge, decked out in a gorgeous saddle and everything. Evidently he lost for winning?]

[The screen flickers on to reveal Duibhin seated at the tiny table in his home, a single candle providing scant illumination. He eyes it with irritation before those felfire eyes slide towards the screen.]

I trust everyone is back safe now? Were those of you affected by those amulets changed back in due measure?

[He leans forward a little, ( Read more... )

[ Duibhín stares at the screen as he flicks it on, those felfire eyes alight with his usual glower. Not as usual though, is the rage contorting his face.]

Those...those creatures took my horse! She's gone and she would never leave her stable without me! Why, Feathers and her were like friends!

[As much as a dinosaur and an undead fel horse can ( Read more... )

Thereth! There's one. It looks almost like mountain silversage, doesn't it?

[This seems like an obviously accidental communication between the two as they're off picking herbs having mother/daughter son time.]

I wonder if it is, Duibhín...it could be possible, couldn't it? Only one way to find out...

[There is a shuffling sound as they examine ( Read more... )