Well, butter my buns and call me a biscuit...
(Look who's here)
09-09-2020, 04:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-09-2020, 04:31 PM by Perseus.)
Perseus wasn't sure what he expected. In past experience clamor and raised voices usually meant a fight (fun,) some sort of lovers quarrel (also fun,) or maybe a ceremony or ritual (meh? Alright.) Exploring the coastline usually meant getting giddy about something supremely gross washed up on the beach. Combining his low exceptions of general rabble and the predictability of the shoreline, this... This? Oh, this was a thing of beauty. Stumbling into the mass of unfamiliar faces, the scent of brewed spirits and the press of bodies far less concerned about modesty than some select souls he'd known in the past, Percy was thrilled. Thrilled, and more or less unconcerned with the fact that he was crashing a gathering without the least clue what and who this was all about. That was a problem for future Percy. He tried to flag down a passing stranger, raising his voice above the surrounding chatter. "Oi! Friend. What the hell is all this about?" He was already eyeing the area where, unless his eyes and nose deceived him, mead and other spirits were being offered in abundance. Next stop, for sure. But just in case, if he was planning on crashing this lil' shindig (And oh ho, you'd best believe he was,) probably better off making sure it wasn't some sort of wake or funerary right or whatever it was wolves did around here for a good time. No judgement! Just better safe than sorry, at least until the rest of his ragtag siblings showed up. Percy knew for a fact he could outrun at least half of them, so like... he'd have a head start... "Talk" "Listen" Think |
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