I sigh again as Sugaar lays his hand on my head. "Good boy you are," he says, stroking my head, "The good boy always comes home." Oh yes, Sugaar, always. He calls for a bowl of water laced with whisky for me, and I thump the legs of his chair with my tail. Could do without the damned name, but I suppose it's better than Rolf.
The bowl of water is set in front of me, and I lick Sugaar's hand before setting to it. Damned crime to dilute my Verdandi's whisky, but I can still taste it, and -
"Is this your dog, sir? Aren't you just a lucky dog,"
Oh, look, it's Verdandi's pet wolf, and she hasn't gotten any smarter. She seems to be crowding the other bartender out of the way, and he's looking heartily confused. She sniff me out? I suppose it's possible. Scent is far harder to disguise than appearance or voice.
Sugaar seems to find the whole thing funny, though, and he scratches my ears. "Why yes, young miss. I raised Rollo from a pup. I lost him on the road, but he found me again as I came to Excolo. Am I not fortunate?"
I lick water droplets from my beard and prick up my ears at the sound of "my" name. And I eye the girl with the expression of a pet hoping for a treat. We're a nice old man and his pet out for an evening's drink, nothing more. I don't intend to spoil the game, much though I'd love to bite her. Be almost as good confusing the fuck out of her. Not that I think it'll be much of a challenge. "I am pleased to be meeting you, young miss. My name is Uri, and this is Rollo, faithful dog and true."
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Date: 2010-04-15 03:02 pm (UTC)The bowl of water is set in front of me, and I lick Sugaar's hand before setting to it. Damned crime to dilute my Verdandi's whisky, but I can still taste it, and -
"Is this your dog, sir? Aren't you just a lucky dog,"
Oh, look, it's Verdandi's pet wolf, and she hasn't gotten any smarter. She seems to be crowding the other bartender out of the way, and he's looking heartily confused. She sniff me out? I suppose it's possible. Scent is far harder to disguise than appearance or voice.
Sugaar seems to find the whole thing funny, though, and he scratches my ears. "Why yes, young miss. I raised Rollo from a pup. I lost him on the road, but he found me again as I came to Excolo. Am I not fortunate?"
I lick water droplets from my beard and prick up my ears at the sound of "my" name. And I eye the girl with the expression of a pet hoping for a treat. We're a nice old man and his pet out for an evening's drink, nothing more. I don't intend to spoil the game, much though I'd love to bite her. Be almost as good confusing the fuck out of her. Not that I think it'll be much of a challenge. "I am pleased to be meeting you, young miss. My name is Uri, and this is Rollo, faithful dog and true."