[For a wild yet brief moment, Waver found himself angry at being faced with such a height. Although not nearly as tall as a Certain Someone, Palamedes was indeed taller than Waver himself would be in proper form. As it stood, he was short by nearly thirty centimeters and felt appropriately dwarfed.
He had worked hard for that height-- and, now not only was he lacking, it was being thrown in his face!
Thank goodness the shadows loomed even with the aid of the lanterns surrounding them. The night did gleam with an eerie green-- and, with dark hair and a penchant for dark, cooler colors, Waver himself was little more than one of the multiple shadows.
Perhaps he should have brought his robe. He might be a tad warmer.]
Hi, Palamedes. You don't need to make stories up for my sake.
[He had said the other's name properly, even though he had only seen it written. Three syllables with an even tempo, perhaps erring on the side of Greek rather than English as he knew it.
Waver shrugged. His sweater was a thrifted item-- it wasn't worth much, but it was comfortable. Rather: it had been comfortable.]
Action!
He had worked hard for that height-- and, now not only was he lacking, it was being thrown in his face!
Thank goodness the shadows loomed even with the aid of the lanterns surrounding them. The night did gleam with an eerie green-- and, with dark hair and a penchant for dark, cooler colors, Waver himself was little more than one of the multiple shadows.
Perhaps he should have brought his robe. He might be a tad warmer.]Hi, Palamedes. You don't need to make stories up for my sake.
[He had said the other's name properly, even though he had only seen it written. Three syllables with an even tempo, perhaps erring on the side of Greek rather than English as he knew it.
Waver shrugged. His sweater was a thrifted item-- it wasn't worth much, but it was comfortable. Rather: it had been comfortable.]