Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Feb 12, 2024 2:16:29 GMT -8
The huge hound, minute child, ghostly woman & husky Boland navigated through the busy Cloud City quite deftly . Grace, as always, turned the affair into a shopping expedition. Boland, with left hand resting on the back of the woman’s neck, was dragged about behind her like a dog. Speaking of such, The hound paraded about with a giggling child on his back and all the subtly of a bull in a China shop. Abruptly the man spoke -Boland- “Alright gang, enough sight seeing and shopping; time to split the scene.” Grace did not immediately split open his head and even the huge dog, looking over at the man responded by following his lead. It Edit Post | Jedi vs Sith goes without saying that the little girl riding the beast effortlessly moved in the same direction Flying high above the majestic bird carefully observed what was happening below. He too followed, then taking the lead and flying far ahead the bird found The Utopic Vulture. Taking a perch on the ship he waited. In the distance the four figures came into focus, growing larger and larger with each step towards the ship. The Raven held down the urge to turn Boland into subatomic particles. Might momentarily shock the woman, undoubtedly get dust all over the bloody dog and scare the little girl. No. He wanted to. So wanted to…. Yet here we are. Sighing deep the bird for but a second closed his eyes. Lids widening he caught the fleeting glimpse of the crew slip into the ship and as consequence he followed. Settling down on the customary position The Raven intensely observed. The hound sat still as a stone with the little girl at his side. As Boland toyed with the controls, Grace busied herself setting her ship in order. And so she spoke -Grace- “Boland love, lend me an ear and let me pick that brain of yours.” Head twisting but an inch to the right the man responded -Boland- “I’m listening…..” Not looking up from her labor the woman continued -Grace- “Zabracas, ugly, ugly creatures.” Statement of fact made she wondered questioningly -Grace- “Do you think they come from litters.” Boland froze for a moment. Tears welled up in his eyes. Right hand slowly brushing down a tired face, then sighing deeply he answered -Boland- “To be sure Grace, then they gather in flocks and go south when the snow falls.” Few things stopped Grace; this did. Slouching into a seat the woman began running an eight inche blade on a whetstone. Slowly, up then down the metal slid, as Boland toyed with the controls, awakening the schizophrenic ship