the smell of sleep and disinfectant
06-22-2019, 04:25 PM
"Luckily it only took me one mistake to figure that out." At this he chuckled before offering reassuringly, "Everyone who knows better knows because they tried it too so you're in good company." Some, like him, were warned away from it but tried it anyway.
The woman, Muses, as she soon introduced herself, was a fount of information and Pyrrhic soon found himself smiling softly as he took in the offered statements and questions. Her eagerness to share little snippets about herself with him was promising. "There's freshwater inland, but any water you find on any beach here is salted. The fish are good!" he offered enthusiastically. "My father smokes them over a fire and they're very good that way." After a moment's thought he added, "And they aren't salty at all, not even when raw."
"A mountain, huh? I've never seen one of those, but I've heard they're so big the imagination can't do them justice. I live in a castle. And I'm Pyrrhic," he said warmly. "Pyrrhic Abraxas, son of the Fallen God." Pyrrhic added the last bit casually. He was just testing it out. Mentioning his godhood had gotten him pretty far with Tsarvix and he was eager to see if he could duplicate those results. "It's nice to meet you too; been a bit too quiet for me lately." He hadn't been alone for long, but for a social butterfly like Pyrrhic, he was nearing his limit on solitude.
The woman, Muses, as she soon introduced herself, was a fount of information and Pyrrhic soon found himself smiling softly as he took in the offered statements and questions. Her eagerness to share little snippets about herself with him was promising. "There's freshwater inland, but any water you find on any beach here is salted. The fish are good!" he offered enthusiastically. "My father smokes them over a fire and they're very good that way." After a moment's thought he added, "And they aren't salty at all, not even when raw."
"A mountain, huh? I've never seen one of those, but I've heard they're so big the imagination can't do them justice. I live in a castle. And I'm Pyrrhic," he said warmly. "Pyrrhic Abraxas, son of the Fallen God." Pyrrhic added the last bit casually. He was just testing it out. Mentioning his godhood had gotten him pretty far with Tsarvix and he was eager to see if he could duplicate those results. "It's nice to meet you too; been a bit too quiet for me lately." He hadn't been alone for long, but for a social butterfly like Pyrrhic, he was nearing his limit on solitude.
