<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"It's alright, really!" she tells Theron, laughing nervously. "I'm sure it was an honest mistake..." Of course, she isn't sure at all, but a white lie at this point is better than a brawl. She offers the large canine what she hopes is a cheerful expression, marred only for a split-second by a wince of pain as Grim's flailing paw, claws-out, catches on her forearm.<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Lies are hardly an<span style="font-style: italic">honest</span>mistake," Theron points out, the seriousness of his expression cracking a bit. "Though they are sometimes dishonest mistakes," he adds.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div> Balling up her right fist she slams it into the open palm of her left “It means currency! You have enough stones to buy something thus, you own it!” Twilah nods with herself in agreement before standing back up once again. “Sheesh, I’ve been in the forest for too long, lets hope my coins still hold some value”<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>As the pixie tried to figure out the phrase he'd used and came to an entirely wrong conclusion, he couldn't help but be amused, further cracks showing in that stone-faced mask of seriousness, much like the slow spider-webbing of a shattering windshield. He quickly found himself undecided as to whether he should correct her or let her continue with the entertaining misconception. Then again, funny as it was, one should know the proper currency so-<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>With a few seconds struggle Twilah triumphantly held the gold coin over her head with both hands. “I don’t have a ticket mister mousey sir. Will this do? If not I can always fly to the shore line to get some stones to owner up to it!” Happy to so quickly use her newest saying Twilah couldn’t but help feel she had somehow miss worded it.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Theron snerked, holding back an actual laugh.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh man, she didn't, did she? Oh yes she did. Ha! That's great.</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Alyssa's soft little voice is all but covered up when Eruin pokes an accusory finger at the german shepard, his own voice springing right up alongside hers - just a tiny bit louder, and a tiny bit more forceful "Ahhh, her accomplice. I see. I take it YOU came over to try and push me overboard too, hrm? You know, it's really pitiful - types like you taking advantage of poor little pixies like this." He jabs a finger in Twilah's direction "Then you come and try to push the blame off on me. I'm ashamed of you."<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>It was hard to continue being quite so serious after that and Theron responded to the accusation with a playful grin. "That's a good one," he remarks. "Push<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>overboard? Someone roughly my size? Standing next to a wolf the size of a horse? I'd have to be suicidal - I'd get bit right in half! Probably wouldn't even succeed at toppling you over, either. Not a very good plan, little chance of success and all I get out of it is a much unwanted tour of the insides of a wolf."<br/><br/>"Great little tall tale it is, though," he admits. "The nefarious people-pushing conspiracy of the Eva Heights ferry! You must be a regular storyteller back wherever it is your from, I bet. Making shit up on the fly like that."<br/><br/>In spite of his now jovial attitude, he did keep a careful eye on Rea, though thankfully she seemed to be calming down.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>NocturneWolf wrote:</cite>Soon after Theron interjected his own two cents into the escalating situation, the group would be able to notice the gaze of a figure towards the front of the deck alighting on them...</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Theron couldn't help but feel he was being watched. He'd always had a knack for picking out the feeling of someone else's eyes lingering on him - it was a handy survival trick when one hunted hunters - and this time was no different. He turns just a bit, glancing sidelong at the armed and armored pair.<span style="font-style: italic">Interesting, they weren't in the crowd,</span>he mused.<span style="font-style: italic">Ferry security? Seems most likely. However, they could be something more sinister as well. <br/><br/>Hrm, polearm and greatsword though, interesting choice of weaponry for a cramped ferry if they </span>are<span style="font-style: italic"> security...</span><br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>The squirrel was quick to respond with a shake of the head and more indiscernible words, but with a final push from his colleague he sidled up nervously to the group and cleared his throat. His eyes were wide and anxious as he twiddled the hole-puncher in his hand. “Eh, I don’t mean to interrupt, but may I please see your tickets?”<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>Smiling his most placating smile to try and smooth over the squirrel's nervousness, Theron pulled out his ticket and held it out to him. "No worries, here you go."