Aerer – 5th Bell – ….or dinner?
Sunberth, 13, Fall, 514 A.V
An eyebrow arched. His head cocked like a dog hearing a sharp whistle. Mystified. Were they running a con? He was aware his concerned citizen cockamamie tale was far out in left field but their reactions were equally preposterous. He took the time to shake the sand from his clothes and using that time to weigh his options. In previous scenarios he might've found himself snatching a coin purse and bolting but the new and improved Aerer tried his best to make acquaintances and foster solid relationships for his fledgling information network. Even the slightly insane ones might be useful he noted with slight exasperation.
A pleasant smile for the audience, a mask to hide the bewilderment.
First off he was uncertain if the blue behemoth was truly friends with the bird. He seemed almost too eager to join in with her story but that just made things worse. Was he trying to bait him? Lure him into a false sense of security? Perhaps this was the Avaladas history catching up on him once more? It seemed sloppy . Sloppy, but paranoia knew no friends and he wasn't ready to dismiss those concerns just yet.
Secondly, the little bird was more then willing to open her home to them, sans bowls. The more the merrier? Perhaps she was in shock. Then again, perhaps she was working for a slaver, ready to whisk him off to gods know where after she poisoned his clams. Delicious clams of no return.
Okay, Aerer, perhaps a tad too paranoid. Lets reel it in.
Finally this had all been impromptu. While not much of a planner, the mark was merely an entertaining distraction to amuse him, a frivolous toy to tickle his fancy until he grew disinterested and wandered off for sleep or drinks. This sudden parade of individuals and possible ghost sightings interrupting him was not on the agenda.
“I...well.” It had been a while since he had been left speechless. He was so adept at running his mouth that when tasked with mulling over the words he all but seized up. “You see I might be able to...” Trailing off once more, he continued close scrutiny, learning petching little except for the finer details of catching clams. Clams! Come now, even he had more dignity then that. Digging around in the sand like some sort of dog.
Which made the day all the stranger when a dog did arrive, whining and looking for affection. Fingers pressed lightly against his skin to prove he wasn't dreaming. Those same fingers also trailed down to pet the dog affectionately. Moments like this made him miss his pet from his childhood. Moments like these also put him more on edge as he realized additional actors were arriving on scene, unknown actors with unscripted lines.
“Well now I wouldn't want to intrude...” He managed politely, trying to keep up the facade of the upstanding concerned citizen.