The scene seems to unfold at a rate he cannot keep up with. It’s not really clear whether it is laziness, drunkenness or lack of give a shit, but either way Chemdog is happy to simply observe from the other bank. When the speckled girl stumbles forward with an obvious hitch in her step and tip to her pretty eyes he could not help but deepen his grin a little bit. From across the river he could smell the faint flavors of their homeland. He recognizes it, but really it is not pertinent at the moment so he moves on with it. He watches the sparkly stallion’s demeanor light up when the winged girl looks him over and comments. It is the small thrills in life that are really important, he chuckles to himself. Still now he seems to go rather unnoticed and he’s completely okay with it, looking on patiently as the pale woman turns to stumble off. She doesn’t get far, but the brigade is there for assistance, surely. What an interesting encounter…? He remains comfortably flopped in the chilly water, small rapids forming over his knees and carrying away his chunky tail to intertwine with riverweeds. It feels nice against his clammy skin, the alcohol starting to work its way down from the peak and drawing a slight headache in his temples. He continues to keep an eye on the group from across the water, contemplating whether or not he may follow them to their destination… c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
no worries on ignoring him!
<3 @[Breckin]
