He looked over at her as she came closer. His light blue eyes watched her for a time in silence before he sighed, waving the fish in the air slightly, saying, "The fish punched my mother, so yes I'm angry with it." The human formed Drakiri shook his head lightly, feeling the fur on the tips of his ears tickle his shoulders. He pulled the stick back and blew on the fish a few times to cool it down, since it was done. He placed the stick in the ground to let it cool more, as he turned his attention back to the pink beast beside him.
"No," he said tartly, "Im not angry with the fish. I've got other things on my mind, but don't worry yourself over it." He put his elbows on his knees, leaning on them for support. his eyes traced Neamhnaid's body, taking in her pelt. She wasn't familiar, either by scent or sight. He hadn't seen her around this area or the local village, so she caught his curiosity. "What brings you to these parts, pink one?" He inquired. He was secretly hoping that she had business in this area so she might leave him be soon, but a small part of him suspected that she didn't have anything to attend to at all. As he questioned her, Kimahri reached over and grabbed the fish he had cooked, tearing it in half. He offered Neam one half, holding it out in his hand as an offering. "Here, have a snack. If you're still hungry, let me know." He might not have liked others much, but one thing he held onto from his past was to never let a guest go hungry.
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He looked over at her as she came closer. His light blue eyes watched her for a time in silence before he sighed, waving the fish in the air slightly, saying, "The fish punched my mother, so yes I'm angry with it." The human formed Drakiri shook his head lightly, feeling the fur on the tips of his ears tickle his shoulders. He pulled the stick back and blew on the fish a few times to cool it down, since it was done. He placed the stick in the ground to let it cool more, as he turned his attention back to the pink beast beside him.
"No," he said tartly, "Im not angry with the fish. I've got other things on my mind, but don't worry yourself over it." He put his elbows on his knees, leaning on them for support. his eyes traced Neamhnaid's body, taking in her pelt. She wasn't familiar, either by scent or sight. He hadn't seen her around this area or the local village, so she caught his curiosity. "What brings you to these parts, pink one?" He inquired. He was secretly hoping that she had business in this area so she might leave him be soon, but a small part of him suspected that she didn't have anything to attend to at all. As he questioned her, Kimahri reached over and grabbed the fish he had cooked, tearing it in half. He offered Neam one half, holding it out in his hand as an offering. "Here, have a snack. If you're still hungry, let me know." He might not have liked others much, but one thing he held onto from his past was to never let a guest go hungry.
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