[The squirrely kids have the decency to look abashed and duck their faces at the glare, which might make Zel feel better or might set off another bout of I'm-A-Monster angst if he's paying that much attention.
Emery in the meantime is also casting occasional furtive looks in Zel's direction, enough to catch on to the scowling. It leaves him more than a bit concerned- though if they ever make accidental eye contact while they're both shooting stealth glances, Emery will just smile.
...But he wonders. Did he maybe hit a sore spot with the whole issue about settling down? Emery finds himself wishing they could go hide in Tantabel's suitcase again, not because he's particularly eager to be amongst the root vegetables, but because the privacy might help Zel spit out whatever it is he's thinking.
And then they could make out, which might not solve anything but surely couldn't hurt.
Eventually, after everyone's eaten, the walls of Fairford are visible in the distance; alas for Zel's patience, the pace slows to a near standstill. A few of the caravan members tell Emery this is a common issue, as any merchants entering Fairford have to deal with the custom officials at the gate and get properly processed before they can enter the city. Death and taxes and all that.
As the caravan continues inching forward, a goblin on donkeyback approaches the wagon where Emery's been hanging out. "Ah, Emery, right?"]
-Yes, that's me.
["The Hob wants to speak with you before we enter the city. Says he's got a request."]
Well we certainly shouldn't keep him waiting. [Emery glances at Zel.] Come on, Zel.
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on 2024-12-16 01:12 pm (UTC)Emery in the meantime is also casting occasional furtive looks in Zel's direction, enough to catch on to the scowling. It leaves him more than a bit concerned- though if they ever make accidental eye contact while they're both shooting stealth glances, Emery will just smile.
...But he wonders. Did he maybe hit a sore spot with the whole issue about settling down? Emery finds himself wishing they could go hide in Tantabel's suitcase again, not because he's particularly eager to be amongst the root vegetables, but because the privacy might help Zel spit out whatever it is he's thinking.
And then they could make out, which might not solve anything but surely couldn't hurt.
Eventually, after everyone's eaten, the walls of Fairford are visible in the distance; alas for Zel's patience, the pace slows to a near standstill. A few of the caravan members tell Emery this is a common issue, as any merchants entering Fairford have to deal with the custom officials at the gate and get properly processed before they can enter the city. Death and taxes and all that.
As the caravan continues inching forward, a goblin on donkeyback approaches the wagon where Emery's been hanging out. "Ah, Emery, right?"]
-Yes, that's me.
["The Hob wants to speak with you before we enter the city. Says he's got a request."]
Well we certainly shouldn't keep him waiting. [Emery glances at Zel.] Come on, Zel.