Sundancer glanced at me, noted my presence, then she seemed to go out of her way to avoid looking at me again.
What? Why are you avoiding Taylor? Did you get in trouble with Trickster because of what you told Taylor back in Hive?
That caught me off guard, because I’d somehow let myself believe I’d left our cooperative battle against Lung with a good impression. It seemed she wasn’t so willing to look past the fact that I’d carved out Lung’s eyes.
…I mean, it could be that, but I feel like Trickster taking action regarding what Taylor said when they were with Coil is more likely.
Feeling more and more like an outsider, more out of place, I watched as others filed into the room. More of the Protectorate, and a small few members of the Guild.
Hah! Called it!
Man, I’m glad I remembered the Guild was a thing. I’m almost certain they haven’t been mentioned at all since 2.2.
Narwhal turned heads as she entered the lobby. She stood seven feet tall, with a curtain of glossy, pale hair extending almost to the backs of her knees.
Did I know Narwhal was female? I don’t think I did. I guess that has an 85% chance of dashing my dreams of her having a secondary power of “extremely long nose”. (Please tell me she still has a long nose within normal human variation, though…)
She was unclothed, not even wearing a skintight costume on her long limbed body, but it somehow wasn’t obscene.
Ooh.
I’m sure some of the fanartists had some fun with that, though. *pathetically fails to waggle eyebrows*
Her skin was layered with fine crystal scales that caught the light and scintillated with faint rainbow hues. A single horn stood out from the middle of her forehead, three feet long.
YES
I mean it’s not a nose, and it’s not a more biologically accurate extended tooth, but YES.
She ignored stares as she found a space to lean against a wall near the front of the room.
Yeah, I’d imagine her outfit might draw some attention. Maybe some “happy birthday” wishes.
She had her chin against her chest with her eyes closed, as though she were resting, or concentrating. Or maybe it was a habit she’d picked up when standing straight meant stabbing the average ceiling with her horn.
Heh. Yeah, I suppose that’s a bit of an issue.
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