[So many new sights - so many new smells, food smells and animal smells he doesn't have any memory of ever encountering, though he could give at least some of them approximate matches if there weren't so many of them at once!
Early into the feast, a skinny reddish canine hangs far back - around the walls, ears turning, eyes widening and jaws opening at pickups in conversation or music, lifting and lowering his head.
By the time he reaches the food table, the sensation has evened out.
He tunes in to the smell of food. It smells nice.
Eyes the table - a short ways above his head level. And goes in for the figurative kill. He passes between two courtiers and anyone watching will see a redheaded young boy come out opposite of where the dog crossed between them.
He scans the table with a hand pulled up at chin level looking for a good wide opening to sample something.
Grins when he's got one. Reaches out and sidles in to settle his spot - and slams someone at the hip. Instant cringing sheepish grin thrown over.]
Oh -- heh -- sorry!
Station.
[A young voice calls "Hey!"
Its owner had picked out the first individual in non-Drabwurld-esque clothing he could spot and done the calling, and is now running over, waving an arm to single himself out.
He trots to a halt, speaks breathy and with a smile that he's not caring to work into his face.]
...Hi! Um -- you know where I could find a - blender?
[The person who'd sent him on a possibly-deliberately pointless errand to the Station had told him what it is, what it's for, described it, but seeing as he has neither seen nor firsthand experienced the use of one, he has no idea where he'd find one or what to look for searching at random.
In one hand is a list - a scavenger hunt list, if you will.]
Toboe | Wolf's Rain | Seelie
[So many new sights - so many new smells, food smells and animal smells he doesn't have any memory of ever encountering, though he could give at least some of them approximate matches if there weren't so many of them at once!
Early into the feast, a skinny reddish canine hangs far back - around the walls, ears turning, eyes widening and jaws opening at pickups in conversation or music, lifting and lowering his head.
By the time he reaches the food table, the sensation has evened out.
He tunes in to the smell of food. It smells nice.
Eyes the table - a short ways above his head level. And goes in for the figurative kill. He passes between two courtiers and anyone watching will see a redheaded young boy come out opposite of where the dog crossed between them.
He scans the table with a hand pulled up at chin level looking for a good wide opening to sample something.
Grins when he's got one. Reaches out and sidles in to settle his spot - and slams someone at the hip. Instant cringing sheepish grin thrown over.]
Oh -- heh -- sorry!
Station.
[A young voice calls "Hey!"
Its owner had picked out the first individual in non-Drabwurld-esque clothing he could spot and done the calling, and is now running over, waving an arm to single himself out.
He trots to a halt, speaks breathy and with a smile that he's not caring to work into his face.]
...Hi! Um -- you know where I could find a - blender?
[The person who'd sent him on a possibly-deliberately pointless errand to the Station had told him what it is, what it's for, described it, but seeing as he has neither seen nor firsthand experienced the use of one, he has no idea where he'd find one or what to look for searching at random.
In one hand is a list - a scavenger hunt list, if you will.]