It was amazing how easy it was for Linette to gulp down her new drink (one she had signaled for during the conversation) with three sets of eyes on her. Whatever they were saying (a distasteful look from Muin, some rather philosophical statements from Soji, and more bantering from Jeris) fell on deaf ears. She was too worried about the fact that they wanted her to tell the opo-opo story.
Her. Linette Syng.
Tell a story.
"Well, uh." She said. "I was standing around in Hyrstmill. It was almost night, and um..."
She stopped and bit down hard on her nail. One hand absent-mindedly patted the top of her head and she continued speaking.
"Something hit me on my head. I'm pretty sure it was a warning throw from an Opo-opo. But then they were tons of them. And the Woodwailers could barely keep control. And Muin and Soji were defending one store house. And I made three run away."
Her voice trailed off again, and she shrugged sheepishly at Jeris. "And that's how we met."
A weak ending to an even weaker story. Linette lifted her mug and glared at Muin over the top of it, as if to say. My horrible story telling skills are all your fault. They weren't of course, and she knew that. But first the bad pun and now this, she painting herself a not so flattering light.
Her. Linette Syng.
Tell a story.
"Well, uh." She said. "I was standing around in Hyrstmill. It was almost night, and um..."
She stopped and bit down hard on her nail. One hand absent-mindedly patted the top of her head and she continued speaking.
"Something hit me on my head. I'm pretty sure it was a warning throw from an Opo-opo. But then they were tons of them. And the Woodwailers could barely keep control. And Muin and Soji were defending one store house. And I made three run away."
Her voice trailed off again, and she shrugged sheepishly at Jeris. "And that's how we met."
A weak ending to an even weaker story. Linette lifted her mug and glared at Muin over the top of it, as if to say. My horrible story telling skills are all your fault. They weren't of course, and she knew that. But first the bad pun and now this, she painting herself a not so flattering light.
Promise only what you are prepared to deliver.
