Genthus and his griffon alike would blink in surprise as, before their very eyes, a raven swooped in and turned into a man complete with dreads, mustache, beads, and a tricorne. Their mystification wasn’t helped by what he said, the qunari turning back to Esme and simply mouthing, in the most confused expression he could muster, the word “shapeshifter”, trying to confirm he’d both seen and heard right.
The griffon atop his shoulders, for its part, hooted in wonder, eyes locked on Horus. Even as Caro emerged, Genthus could only pluck the infant from his own shoulders and, blinking again, held it out for Esme to inspect, to hold if she wished, his tone frank and befuddled.
”... did that bird just ask to charm us?” The griffon would rotate its head where it dangled in his arms, blinking at him, and then rotate further to blink at Esme, its curiosity regarding… just the entire day clearly growing by the moment.
Ceren’s voice wouldn’t receive a response from Genthus so much as a waved hand matched with a sound that sounded vaguely of pha, the dismissal apathetic and quick.
Everyone assembled, Genthus would roll his tongue, at a loss of where to even start. Eyes landing back on Esme, he would grunt. “Not just missing. Packed and gone.” As Esme moved away from the offered griffon, he would tuck it under his shoulder, holding the beast by its breast. The creature seemed altogether fine with the position, giant eyes scanning face to face. Placing his free hand on his hip, Genthus would shake his head.
”Manors call for whole hogs and rib racks and slow roasts, no?.” What else did you do with a giant manor with a massive dining room with a table longer than many houses he’d ever seen? You filled it with as much meat as money could buy, not a piece of salt pork or bacon to be found, only the choicest cuts. At least, that’s all Genthus could think of. Even then, the long table seemed silly for just the six of them. They could just as easily chop it in half and still field a cow's worth of platters.
@Horus
@Esmé Lachance
@Ceren Brynmor
@Caro Byrne
The griffon atop his shoulders, for its part, hooted in wonder, eyes locked on Horus. Even as Caro emerged, Genthus could only pluck the infant from his own shoulders and, blinking again, held it out for Esme to inspect, to hold if she wished, his tone frank and befuddled.
”... did that bird just ask to charm us?” The griffon would rotate its head where it dangled in his arms, blinking at him, and then rotate further to blink at Esme, its curiosity regarding… just the entire day clearly growing by the moment.
Ceren’s voice wouldn’t receive a response from Genthus so much as a waved hand matched with a sound that sounded vaguely of pha, the dismissal apathetic and quick.
Everyone assembled, Genthus would roll his tongue, at a loss of where to even start. Eyes landing back on Esme, he would grunt. “Not just missing. Packed and gone.” As Esme moved away from the offered griffon, he would tuck it under his shoulder, holding the beast by its breast. The creature seemed altogether fine with the position, giant eyes scanning face to face. Placing his free hand on his hip, Genthus would shake his head.
”Manors call for whole hogs and rib racks and slow roasts, no?.” What else did you do with a giant manor with a massive dining room with a table longer than many houses he’d ever seen? You filled it with as much meat as money could buy, not a piece of salt pork or bacon to be found, only the choicest cuts. At least, that’s all Genthus could think of. Even then, the long table seemed silly for just the six of them. They could just as easily chop it in half and still field a cow's worth of platters.
@Horus
@Esmé Lachance
@Ceren Brynmor
@Caro Byrne
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