I want to bring my fear, loathing, and delusions to a pourI want to tip panic and reason into my god-fearing mouth
Nate doesn't expect the apology, his face shifting just a touch with the surprise, one eye looking over Amun's face for some hint of a trick. "It takes two to fight." He rumbles eventually, eye flicking away. "I'm sorry too." He didn't know if it was an actual solution, but he was man enough to let things slip away and focus completely on the task at hand.
The sudden snap of jaws startles Pemota, and, not expecting the toothy greeting, she jerks, spiralling horn trying to tap against sandpapery skin, to dissuade future nipping. Nate's hand reaches out immediately, trying to scoop the starwhal up, out of range for either companion to touch the other. "Be nice." He says sternly, only letting her drift freely again when Pemota goes limp.
The girl who arrives is not familiar to Nate, and he holds a hand out for her to take, if she so chooses. "Nice to meet you. M'NAte." He offers quickly, a smooth grin accompanying the words.
Two tasks are laid out, one significantly more complex than the other. Nate knows the one he'd prefer, but he also knows the one he's going to be left with, even before the words leave Mabel. "I guess that leaves you and me to drain the cave." The words are aimed towards Amun, as Nate begins to move up the cave to take a look at the damage, wind howling around the cave. "Maybe if we make a channel?" He suggests, already moving to make the starts of a path, somewhere for the water to flow out, and maybe to prevent future flooding.
The sudden snap of jaws startles Pemota, and, not expecting the toothy greeting, she jerks, spiralling horn trying to tap against sandpapery skin, to dissuade future nipping. Nate's hand reaches out immediately, trying to scoop the starwhal up, out of range for either companion to touch the other. "Be nice." He says sternly, only letting her drift freely again when Pemota goes limp.
The girl who arrives is not familiar to Nate, and he holds a hand out for her to take, if she so chooses. "Nice to meet you. M'NAte." He offers quickly, a smooth grin accompanying the words.
Two tasks are laid out, one significantly more complex than the other. Nate knows the one he'd prefer, but he also knows the one he's going to be left with, even before the words leave Mabel. "I guess that leaves you and me to drain the cave." The words are aimed towards Amun, as Nate begins to move up the cave to take a look at the damage, wind howling around the cave. "Maybe if we make a channel?" He suggests, already moving to make the starts of a path, somewhere for the water to flow out, and maybe to prevent future flooding.
NATE
