Jan 31 2021, 07:01 PM
Backdated to Jan 29
Yesterday, Tahi-shei had awoken from chrysalis -- the fight with the dragonbats had left no mark on his body except a much fresher and pinker scar on his chest from where the stone had protruded, but he held internal scars that he'd carry for a long time. He was hyper-vigilant now, moreso than he had been.
He'd spent a bit of time to recuperate with James; he'd spent a little bit of time stretching his legs, eating something, reassuring himself that everything was alright. Now, it was time to face the Master. He recalled vividly the last time he had walked up to Draco -- the Sentinel was still out, at least at the moment. Tahi-shei took a breath and stepped over the Aperture himself.
"Master Vargas?" he called, hearing the uncanny way the walls swallowed his echo. "Are you here? I've, ah-- come to deliver a report." If only Vargas had been carrying fungus or something--! As it were, the only spores in Draco were ones that had been tracked or blown in from Pegasus and Tunnel G. Nothing new here except Valkhounds (and he really needed to ask about Valkhounds, since neither Vargas nor Isra had apparently corrected James in his assumption). But. First thing's first.
Tahi-shei had gone as far as to prepare a little speech; he was here to report, of course, but also to... persuade. Assuming that he could. He hoped that he'd read Vargas properly, appropriately pinged what would turn him to Tahi-shei's side while simultaneously not upsetting James. He'd considered taking the 'he is my subordinate' route, but had known as soon as it had come to mind that he refused to acknowledge James as such, even if it was to keep his head from rolling.
In any case.
Tahi-shei waited patiently for the sounds of Vargas's approach, or his greeting. His sight, unfortunately, got worse by the day. If he'd had to guess, he'd have wagered he had a little less than fifteen percent left. The monotonous color scheme and low light of Draco... did not help.
@vargas
Yesterday, Tahi-shei had awoken from chrysalis -- the fight with the dragonbats had left no mark on his body except a much fresher and pinker scar on his chest from where the stone had protruded, but he held internal scars that he'd carry for a long time. He was hyper-vigilant now, moreso than he had been.
He'd spent a bit of time to recuperate with James; he'd spent a little bit of time stretching his legs, eating something, reassuring himself that everything was alright. Now, it was time to face the Master. He recalled vividly the last time he had walked up to Draco -- the Sentinel was still out, at least at the moment. Tahi-shei took a breath and stepped over the Aperture himself.
"Master Vargas?" he called, hearing the uncanny way the walls swallowed his echo. "Are you here? I've, ah-- come to deliver a report." If only Vargas had been carrying fungus or something--! As it were, the only spores in Draco were ones that had been tracked or blown in from Pegasus and Tunnel G. Nothing new here except Valkhounds (and he really needed to ask about Valkhounds, since neither Vargas nor Isra had apparently corrected James in his assumption). But. First thing's first.
Tahi-shei had gone as far as to prepare a little speech; he was here to report, of course, but also to... persuade. Assuming that he could. He hoped that he'd read Vargas properly, appropriately pinged what would turn him to Tahi-shei's side while simultaneously not upsetting James. He'd considered taking the 'he is my subordinate' route, but had known as soon as it had come to mind that he refused to acknowledge James as such, even if it was to keep his head from rolling.
In any case.
Tahi-shei waited patiently for the sounds of Vargas's approach, or his greeting. His sight, unfortunately, got worse by the day. If he'd had to guess, he'd have wagered he had a little less than fifteen percent left. The monotonous color scheme and low light of Draco... did not help.
@vargas