[ Trahearne chuckles at that remark. Eustace is, indeed, something. Another of the many here in Songerein who disguised their deep caring for things with a cold demeanor, though the baker's dozen of dogs is a clear giveaway. Enigmatic, but someone he readily calls an ally and friend.
That's neither here nor there, though.
The golden glint catches Trahearne's eye, but Aerith's question draws his attention away from it. He relaxes his stance, despite the monkeys swirling all around him, and turns to look at her. ]
I can't speak for everyone. But he was the first to teach me the basics of dreamotion when I first arr--
[ Trahearne is not paying attention, and a very easy target.
A water balloon collides with the back of his head, spraying colored water all over him. And hopefully not too much on Aerith. ]
no subject
That's neither here nor there, though.
The golden glint catches Trahearne's eye, but Aerith's question draws his attention away from it. He relaxes his stance, despite the monkeys swirling all around him, and turns to look at her. ]
I can't speak for everyone. But he was the first to teach me the basics of dreamotion when I first arr--
[ Trahearne is not paying attention, and a very easy target.
A water balloon collides with the back of his head, spraying colored water all over him. And hopefully not too much on Aerith. ]
--Ow.