Thinking (open)

[dragon_dealer]

Cimorene is sitting beside the lake. She feels a bit guilty - she should be weeding the beans. But then, she should also be visiting Gareth. She should have slept more. But right now, she is watching the water and running a small, blue rubber ball through her fingers

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[zjendjan]

Zjendjan hasn't been given any actual duties yet and is poking about the mansion's grounds in the meanwhile. He doesn't notice Cimorene at first seeing as how he's busy trying to get his boots off so he can wade.

[zjendjan]

"My new master here is a god. I've never served divinity before and don't know what to expect other than sex apparently."

[dragon_dealer]

Eyebrows still arched, she says, "Well, if authority gets progressively more ridiculous, I suppose expecting any sort of sense at all would be foolish."

[zjendjan]

"Probably. He keeps a golden boar."

[dragon_dealer]

"A live one?"

[zjendjan]

"Ahuh. It's huge."

[dragon_dealer]

"What's it for?"

[zjendjan]

"I have no idea. Decoration?"

[dragon_dealer]

"How bizarre."

[zjendjan]

"He's a god. I suppose he can get away with things like that. It could be worse. He could have lightning in his pockets."

[dragon_dealer]

"At least I could think of some uses for that. What in the world is less practical than a giant golden boar?"

[zjendjan]

"A giant pink boar?"

[dragon_dealer]

She laughs. "Probably."

[zjendjan]

"But then again, you could use it to strike fear into the hearts of the people." He puts on a godly voice that is actually a fairly good impersonation of Freyr. "I want this many virgins or I'm releasing the boar." He grins. "Everyone would be mortified of being killed by a giant pink boar."

[dragon_dealer]

"That would be a horribly embarrassing way to die. I know several knights who might kill themselves first."

[zjendjan]

"My old master and his friends probably would. They're a proud bunch."