In the Night: IC Inbox

[scarsolderthanyou]

How does this thing-- is it recording? Right, sure. This is Stone. Leave me a message. Make it out loud, I can't read this shitting thing.

Beep.

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[scarsolderthanyou]

Stone is not ever in a million years going to admit that when he was younger, he did his fair share of moping. In his defense, consorts are encouraged to do that kind of thing to some extent, and he did have a blatant physical defect that might make his chances at finding a queen (specifically one queen, but) more difficult.

Still was stupid, anyway, and he knows better now.

"Guess I have my job for the day, then. Want to come along?" Isolating himself isn't good, either; Rosinante should have company. "I'll let you ride on my shoulder, if you want."

[callada]

Hm. Isolating himself is practically his favorite pastime. But he feels somewhat obligated to say yes out of guilt over the person he became and who he had tried to apologize for.

"All right," he decides after a moment of consideration, and pairs it with a nod. "Could be fun."

He'll bring the axe along, because why not. Could be helpful for shearing off branches. So he picks that up in one hand, and lantern in the other.

[scarsolderthanyou]

"Of course it'll be fun. You'll be riding on a dragon. I’m told that's pretty impressive." Stone grins, amused half at his own expense, adopting that dumb "dragon" word so easily, and half at the actual joke of being vain about it.

So he shifts up to his winged form, relieved to be able to do that again without looking like a damn major kethel. And he crouches down, offering Rosinante a hand to climb onto, and to use as a step up to his shoulder. If Rosi braces his feet on the ridge of raised scales at Stone's collarbone, it will give him a bit of stability. If he weren't so tall, his feet wouldn't even reach; it's bonus for Rosinante's height, for once.

[callada]

Ah, yes, very funny. Slightly awkward, given context Stone doesn't have about his people's fondness for dragons, especially after the past week, but he's not about to bring it up. There's only a slight flicker of lineface before he adopts a casual smile and accepts that this is happening. This should be fun, and cool, and it probably will be once he just lets go of the current issues plaguing his mind.

Rosinante hooks his lantern onto his belt at his back and pulls himself up without too much trouble, finding plenty of handholds and footholds among the scales - and it's true, with his height there isn't much climbing needed anyway. Last time he fell but this time he's determined not to.

"I'm good," he announces. "Ready whenever."