Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2011 7:02:29 GMT -8
"And the pools don't fix that?"
Tahp shook her head sadly at Emmarie. How she wished the pools would have fixed it. As a child, she had been ridiculed by her peers for such an uncommon 'deformity'. It was one of the reasons she fell into a group who lived for an alternate reality. Through their role playing, she could live in a society where she was accepted for who she was, not some royal ideal of perfection.
"Oooh, perhaps we'll have to compare notes in the morning."
She smiled at the green woman and nodded enthusiastically. Grabbing a bag, she hurried off in search of her Quest item as the others still talked about theirs.
"That would guarantee you succeed at finding a sturdy staff, but I suspect not the one that Quadrah was hoping for."
With a wide grin, Hunter tickled her belly for the comment.
"But yes, let us search together, it'll be fun. We wouldn't want to be thirsty while we're searching, now would we?"
Looking at her tankard, Hunter then gazed into his own. It was bone dry. He ambled over to the keg and refilled it, then joined Emmarie. It was probably a good thing that they were going to search together. Hunter was in no condition to be wandering around on his own.
"I want to come here when I retired from Starfleet."
"I'd've thought you'd've wanted to go back home," he said, stumbling along after her. She stopped suddenly and Hunter bashed against her back, then held onto her waist for balance.
"Do these footprints look like Quadrah's feet could have made them? He had large feet. Probably with very little arch because he's a bit out of shape..."
Hunter subconsciously sucked in his gut. "Yeah..." Leaning around Emmarie, he examined the prints. "Could be his. Of course, he may have planted them, too." Sitting down on a boulder, he pulled off a shoe and dumped the contents out onto the ground. Several stones fell out, as well as a copious amount of sand. "Should've worn higher boots," he said as he pulled it back on. Standing, he began to follow the trail once again. "Sturdy staff," he muttered as they progressed deeper into the forest, leaving the boulder field behind. He didn't want to break off a branch, even though they looked to be quite sturdy. It went against his nature to destroy something. "There's got to be some fallen branch somewhere."
It was then that he tripped and faceplanted himself into a maroon shrub. Extracting himself, he looked back at the culprit. "Sturdy staff," Hunter exclaimed. Picking it up, he shook it over his head in victory, then glanced around. "Emmarie?"
Tag Emmarie
Tahp shook her head sadly at Emmarie. How she wished the pools would have fixed it. As a child, she had been ridiculed by her peers for such an uncommon 'deformity'. It was one of the reasons she fell into a group who lived for an alternate reality. Through their role playing, she could live in a society where she was accepted for who she was, not some royal ideal of perfection.
"Oooh, perhaps we'll have to compare notes in the morning."
She smiled at the green woman and nodded enthusiastically. Grabbing a bag, she hurried off in search of her Quest item as the others still talked about theirs.
"That would guarantee you succeed at finding a sturdy staff, but I suspect not the one that Quadrah was hoping for."
With a wide grin, Hunter tickled her belly for the comment.
"But yes, let us search together, it'll be fun. We wouldn't want to be thirsty while we're searching, now would we?"
Looking at her tankard, Hunter then gazed into his own. It was bone dry. He ambled over to the keg and refilled it, then joined Emmarie. It was probably a good thing that they were going to search together. Hunter was in no condition to be wandering around on his own.
"I want to come here when I retired from Starfleet."
"I'd've thought you'd've wanted to go back home," he said, stumbling along after her. She stopped suddenly and Hunter bashed against her back, then held onto her waist for balance.
"Do these footprints look like Quadrah's feet could have made them? He had large feet. Probably with very little arch because he's a bit out of shape..."
Hunter subconsciously sucked in his gut. "Yeah..." Leaning around Emmarie, he examined the prints. "Could be his. Of course, he may have planted them, too." Sitting down on a boulder, he pulled off a shoe and dumped the contents out onto the ground. Several stones fell out, as well as a copious amount of sand. "Should've worn higher boots," he said as he pulled it back on. Standing, he began to follow the trail once again. "Sturdy staff," he muttered as they progressed deeper into the forest, leaving the boulder field behind. He didn't want to break off a branch, even though they looked to be quite sturdy. It went against his nature to destroy something. "There's got to be some fallen branch somewhere."
It was then that he tripped and faceplanted himself into a maroon shrub. Extracting himself, he looked back at the culprit. "Sturdy staff," Hunter exclaimed. Picking it up, he shook it over his head in victory, then glanced around. "Emmarie?"
Tag Emmarie