G'leo scratches his head; confused but trying to make sense of what she is saying. Phonectical rules still escaping the male Seeker.
After some inspection of the book, she might see a few bite and claw marks that have scratched it's surface as well as a few torn pages. One might say it's a well-worn book, despite G'leo only having it for about a week, but he and Norrington both know...fighting and reading don't always make for the best combination.
"C-h-o...Chocobo. I suppose that makes sense...but I don't understand why? What makes that chu-oh sound. Or how does it cha-" He stops, another scent catching his attention. Franz is nearby.
"Pardon," he says, excusing himself for the moment.
Standing up, G'leo watches the Highlander approach. He moves to greet the man, but is beaten to him by Norrington, who in a sudden spring of life, has rushed past the trio and charges ahead for Franz. The Sundrake stops a good five feet away form the man, padding cautiously closer and gingerly tasting the air with a long tongue (he vaguely remembers Franz from the Mist in La Noscea).Â
"Tch, Norrington! Back off you bloody lizard." G'leo runs after him. "Hello Franz, don't mind him, he's...relatively harmless." He sighs pulling the drake back.Â
The girl meanwhile has decided that Eva's lap would be the prime spot to park herself. Plop.
After some inspection of the book, she might see a few bite and claw marks that have scratched it's surface as well as a few torn pages. One might say it's a well-worn book, despite G'leo only having it for about a week, but he and Norrington both know...fighting and reading don't always make for the best combination.
"C-h-o...Chocobo. I suppose that makes sense...but I don't understand why? What makes that chu-oh sound. Or how does it cha-" He stops, another scent catching his attention. Franz is nearby.
"Pardon," he says, excusing himself for the moment.
Standing up, G'leo watches the Highlander approach. He moves to greet the man, but is beaten to him by Norrington, who in a sudden spring of life, has rushed past the trio and charges ahead for Franz. The Sundrake stops a good five feet away form the man, padding cautiously closer and gingerly tasting the air with a long tongue (he vaguely remembers Franz from the Mist in La Noscea).Â
"Tch, Norrington! Back off you bloody lizard." G'leo runs after him. "Hello Franz, don't mind him, he's...relatively harmless." He sighs pulling the drake back.Â
The girl meanwhile has decided that Eva's lap would be the prime spot to park herself. Plop.
