Helvil couldn't help but be taken aback by the dramatic action as he took the hat. Experience dictated he was laughing, even if she could not hear it. But either way, she found it startling in the moment. Was this a matter worth laughing over? These people had been in danger, and now one was feeling so... merry? Jolly? Odd.
She blinked at him, watching his lips move, but not understanding his words. She resisted the urge to give a foot stamp in frustration. Helvil had not yet learned this language of the shemlen. The words formed were foreign and alien to her, too unlike elvhen. Even the handful of elves she'd met had a few words she'd understood. But this was miserable.
@Jorah Mesonero
She blinked at him, watching his lips move, but not understanding his words. She resisted the urge to give a foot stamp in frustration. Helvil had not yet learned this language of the shemlen. The words formed were foreign and alien to her, too unlike elvhen. Even the handful of elves she'd met had a few words she'd understood. But this was miserable.
What are you doing?The hat, now with a hole, held out for her. She stared at him, still bewildered.
I don't know what you want.She barely finished signing before it was thrust upon her head, water droplets sent loose before what remained being soaked into the old hat. For a moment, she looked like a cat displeased with being in water. The hat still stunk, too, and suddenly she wished that sense could get removed.
Why?
@Jorah Mesonero
05-31-2024, 09:03 PM
