[When this comes in he takes a moment to nose the locket, angles his look at it, why is the image static - right, blast it, silly him, just voice is in fact a capability. Mentally shakes himself loose.]
Ah - hi!
[Uncertainty as to whether to ask who, what, when, where, or how unbundles into a genuinely rather taken aback:] You did?
[The taken-abackness is, and even he can't quite place why that'd be, that this message has come in; might be a pleasant surprise that their chat was remembered, but even then it's not as if he inherently doubted it would be.]
[ He can’t help a smile at that, even unseen. Perhaps it’s a bit more honest for that, crooked little thing that it is. The sheer surprise delights him, where it might otherwise annoy. Felix is a decent mood today, all told, and Toboe’s given him no cause to be on the attack. ]
I did. [ He agrees, matter-of-fact. ] And a human who’s familiar with more.
[ His voice dips momentarily more serious. ]
But before I tell you about them, I’d like you to promise me something.
Flicks up to attentiveness at the tone shift. Eyes lifted open. Ears open. And drops his head down another notch, to be sure he's hearing what he's hearing most apparently, perhaps also out of some nonsensical thought that it's his own bad he's not seeing Felix on the screen - still light enough:]
Sure -- ...What is it? [And - should it be a matter of preemptive concern?]
Promise me that you'll be careful approaching them. Some of them are --
[ Different? He's only met one wolf, and from the stories he's heard of the creatures, Toboe's the different one. ]
-- Worthy of caution. There are wolves in Caer Scima, the guardians of Morla's court. They're very large, and I think not fond of strangers. Please, do not look for them. They will do you ill.
Jason Grace is the name of the human I spoke with; he claims to have been raised by wolves, just as you've spent time with humans. I'm certain he'd enjoy the chance to speak with you.
voice;
Toboe? This is Felix, we spoke the other day.
I've found wolves.
voice;
Ah - hi!
[Uncertainty as to whether to ask who, what, when, where, or how unbundles into a genuinely rather taken aback:] You did?
[The taken-abackness is, and even he can't quite place why that'd be, that this message has come in; might be a pleasant surprise that their chat was remembered, but even then it's not as if he inherently doubted it would be.]
voice;
I did. [ He agrees, matter-of-fact. ] And a human who’s familiar with more.
[ His voice dips momentarily more serious. ]
But before I tell you about them, I’d like you to promise me something.
video;
Flicks up to attentiveness at the tone shift. Eyes lifted open. Ears open. And drops his head down another notch, to be sure he's hearing what he's hearing most apparently, perhaps also out of some nonsensical thought that it's his own bad he's not seeing Felix on the screen - still light enough:]
Sure -- ...What is it? [And - should it be a matter of preemptive concern?]
voice;
[ Different? He's only met one wolf, and from the stories he's heard of the creatures, Toboe's the different one. ]
-- Worthy of caution. There are wolves in Caer Scima, the guardians of Morla's court. They're very large, and I think not fond of strangers. Please, do not look for them. They will do you ill.
Jason Grace is the name of the human I spoke with; he claims to have been raised by wolves, just as you've spent time with humans. I'm certain he'd enjoy the chance to speak with you.