April 06, 2014, 08:07 PM
Work was done. He had met with the alpha of the plateau and relayed the message, and now Njal was set on returning home to his wife. He thought of this and it brought an energy in to him which had temporarily been sapped away. He got a few steps away from the dark figure before stopping - prompted by his voice. Wait.
He took a breath, and put aside the thoughts of Tuwawi and their future. Ears fell back briefly as he dismissed her mentally, but retained a calm demeanor as he shifted around to face the man again. The look on his face was curious, but he did not speak - silently imploring Peregrine for whatever it was he wished to say.
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Pudding and fish fingers. - by RIP Njal - March 28, 2014, 11:05 PM
RE: Pudding and fish fingers. - by Peregrine Redhawk - April 06, 2014, 10:32 AM
RE: Pudding and fish fingers. - by RIP Njal - April 06, 2014, 02:38 PM
RE: Pudding and fish fingers. - by Peregrine Redhawk - April 06, 2014, 02:58 PM
RE: Pudding and fish fingers. - by RIP Njal - April 06, 2014, 03:08 PM
RE: Pudding and fish fingers. - by Peregrine Redhawk - April 06, 2014, 07:48 PM
RE: Pudding and fish fingers. - by RIP Njal - April 06, 2014, 08:07 PM
RE: Pudding and fish fingers. - by Peregrine Redhawk - April 06, 2014, 08:21 PM
RE: Pudding and fish fingers. - by RIP Njal - April 06, 2014, 08:27 PM
RE: Pudding and fish fingers. - by Peregrine Redhawk - April 06, 2014, 08:35 PM