Better to speak in person [closed]

[creaoi_ang_cor]

Who: Cris and Lottie
What: Talkin' about whatever. Probably mage-y things.
When: Sunday, around dinnertime
Where: The centaur's camp

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[lottieinasnap]

To be honest, Lottie hadn't ventured far beyond the centaur camp. What laid beyond the safety of the tents frightened her to an extent, at least enough to keep her from going anywhere alone. But at the same time she was content to spend time among the creatures, feeling they were kindred spirits. Finally, she had met some personalities that weren't all about doom and gloom.

That and the fire kept her rooted close; she could sense when she was leaving it and when she was near, as if the flames called out to her. The sensation didn't bother her, however. In fact she rather enjoyed it.

At the gentle voice that appeared next to her, she turned to look with a bright smile. In her hands was a half-eaten platter of the stew they had made. "Long time no see, stranger!"

[creaoi_ang_cor]

Meanwhile, Cris was spooning some of the stew onto his own plate. He also accepted a mug of mead which was passed to him.

"Indeed," he said, sitting back and taking a short drink from his mug. He'd had some at lunch, but its effects had long since worn off. Soon the warmth would start to settle over him again, like a familiar old blanket.

"It's wonderful here, isn't it?" he beamed in Lottie's direction. "Thunderstorms aside, I'm glad we left that dreadful ruin of a city."

[lottieinasnap]

"Me too," she agreed with wide eyes and a hearty nod. She gave a glance around the camp and smiled. "They were better than I imagined," Lottie whispered before taking a spoonful of the stew.

"What have you been doing?"

[creaoi_ang_cor]

"I've been talking with them, mostly." He said through a half-mouthful of food, then remembered his manners and swallowed before continuing. "Learning little mundane facts, stories and songs, whatever they felt like sharing. Because, honestly," he leaned in and lowered the volume of his voice so the nearby centaurs wouldn't hear. "It's a bit difficult to get any one of them to pay attention to anything or anyone for very long. Still, it's been a wonderful diversion." He grinned anew and took another bite of stew.

[lottieinasnap]

"They're fun to talk to," she agreed, taking a long sip of her mead and feeling its warmth flow through her veins. "Even if you don't get anything useful out of them, it's still a fun ride," she chuckled. "Kind of like talking to a little kid or a person on too many pain meds," she shrugged a bit.

"You know this mage thing? You mentioned fire as a...medium, right?"