Keen observers may notice that Nacesh wakes up a few minutes after his best part does. As if still being caught in some dreamlike thoughts, he looks at Betimi, amused. His hair is a mess but his faithful-looking brown eyes twinkle like little stars... or at least that's how many ladies have seen them in the past. He sits up, looking at his lap, giggling.
"Morning, pal."
Emitting a crickety chirping sound, he watches as the bulge under the blanket swiftly moves up from his lap through his chest until Mil appears on his shoulder. Then repeats, caressing the lizard,
"Morning, pal."
Having a look at his spear, he gets up and takes the shaft, appraising the tip of the weapon.
"I'm in your debt, Forge," he says, with a sincere smile.
Looking at Betimi again, he notes,
"I prefer this form to yesterday's old man."
"Morning, pal."
Emitting a crickety chirping sound, he watches as the bulge under the blanket swiftly moves up from his lap through his chest until Mil appears on his shoulder. Then repeats, caressing the lizard,
"Morning, pal."
Having a look at his spear, he gets up and takes the shaft, appraising the tip of the weapon.
"I'm in your debt, Forge," he says, with a sincere smile.
Looking at Betimi again, he notes,
"I prefer this form to yesterday's old man."
