[SWE] The Festival of Lights

J O R Y

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Jory had always maintained that it wasn’t his fault that no one seemed to appreciate his particular brand of humor. Sometimes he would bristle a bit at the lack of appreciation for his antics but it was rare that he took the time to try an explain anything; easier, he thought, to shrug and move on to the next entertainment. Amalia apparently didn’t think a nip on the nose was a proper greeting, but her greeting had him puffing out his feathers with a haughty little birdy squawk. Still, when she dipped her shoulder, he rolled off obligingly and let himself fall toward the earth.

He’s a man again before he hits the ground, dipping in a crouch to catch his momentum before springing back up to glare at Amalia. There’s no real heat behind the gaze, and his hands found his hips as he leaned into her space and gave him all the airs of a scolding older sibling. “Who told you my full name?!” In all likelihood it had been him but that wasn’t really what was important here. He looked around at Ronin and Edrei like he expected them to sympathize and shrugged a shoulder to indicate Amalia. “You’ll want to watch out for this one lads, lures you in with pastries but she’s a canny character. Spends too much time with, you know….books.”

His face is severe for a moment (as if books are a terror inducing subject for anyone other than his illiterate ass) but it cracks into a grin again as he looks back at the Librarian and gives her a cheeky wink. Without missing a beat, Jorseval flopped to the ground, pulling in his gangly limbs to sit cross-legged in the dirt and held out a finger to the little wildcat. “You might as well eat me, apparently I have no secrets anymore.”