09-26-2013, 05:25 PM
The two elders from the caern look irritated... in general, really. Getting stopped twice in a row by a couple of cliaths only adds a layer of exasperation to it. Erich gets a warning shot, a look, a slight tension in the jaw, after his first 'but', which perhaps hastens him along in getting to The Fucking Point.
"If anyone should know what happened up here, and how, and why, it's the Keeper and the Master of Rites first shot, wouldn'tcha think?" says the Stocky One, peering at Keisha and Erich. The Tall One is just glaring at them, but The Stocky One steps back to them, further into their space but not butting up chest to chest, airing his breath in their faces. Not that far. He's not actually a dick most of the time.
But as Keisha knows and feels deep down: this isn't most of the time.
"You were at the moot," he says, evenly. "You know what's happenin'. You can't be so stupid not to figure out who we're answerin' to. As for public or not... I gotta reckon it will be." And even he looks slightly uncomfortable at that, tensing a moment, nostrils flaring as he exhales, shifting on his feet, flexing his hands at his sides.
"Look, jus'... take care a'things 'round here. S'all we need from young'uns right now. Las' thing any of us need righ' now is t'be babysittin' cliaths when what we need 'em t'do is jus... take care a'things. A'right?" His eyes flick between the two of them.
"If anyone should know what happened up here, and how, and why, it's the Keeper and the Master of Rites first shot, wouldn'tcha think?" says the Stocky One, peering at Keisha and Erich. The Tall One is just glaring at them, but The Stocky One steps back to them, further into their space but not butting up chest to chest, airing his breath in their faces. Not that far. He's not actually a dick most of the time.
But as Keisha knows and feels deep down: this isn't most of the time.
"You were at the moot," he says, evenly. "You know what's happenin'. You can't be so stupid not to figure out who we're answerin' to. As for public or not... I gotta reckon it will be." And even he looks slightly uncomfortable at that, tensing a moment, nostrils flaring as he exhales, shifting on his feet, flexing his hands at his sides.
"Look, jus'... take care a'things 'round here. S'all we need from young'uns right now. Las' thing any of us need righ' now is t'be babysittin' cliaths when what we need 'em t'do is jus... take care a'things. A'right?" His eyes flick between the two of them.
my whole life is thunder.