Private Tales A Life to Live

[Chasmine]

Blessed with well-fitting pants. The world truly worked in strange ways.

Chasmine lingered behind Ed when he slowed to speak to his newfound friends. She supposed she had not given much thought to how she conducted herself in the body of a large male orc warrior. Looking down at herself as she walked, she could not see anything wrong with it. Not as if she were walking in some queer way.

Hm. Oh well. Chas-orc lifted a hand and waved at the other orcs, not quite smiling behind the tusks.

"You make friends quickly," the orc said after Ed, a curious sort of envy muddled in the tone of the orc's voice.

 

[Edric]

A frown touched Edric’s lips, at first thinking Chasmine was making fun. Only catching the lingering desire in her tone just a second later. ”Not before I got here.”

He said quietly, chewing on something for a moment before he seemed to move on.

”I think…I think it helps that the Orcs are a lot like me.” Edric continued as they rounded another corner of tents. ”The Proctors always said other species were dangerous, evil even, but if that were true then I'm probably twice as bad as half of them.”

The Rogue admitted. ”Most of them just want to find a place for themselves, a home. Make sure their kind and tribe are alright, and…sometimes they just want to fight.”

He shrugged before continuing on the path. ”Honestly, I fit in better here then I ever did at the Academy.”