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A momentary silence fell as the falcon didn't do more than flick it tail feathers in mild disdain, as though reprimanding Evelio for asking its opinion when it didn't care one bit about the blue-glowy rock surrounded by spinning trash. The man sighed aloud, shrugging a shoulder helplessly before returning his gaze to the Mote. Briefly, he wondered if throwing something with enough force inside the whirlwind could possibly knock something out. Or allow the thrown object to safely exit out the other side without falling victim to the mysterious force. HUmming lightly under his breath so the dreaded silence was broken, he cast his eye around the sandy ground for a small rock or something similar. Just as he was about to take a few steps around the Mote for a bit of jagged rock he spied picking out of a pile of dried seaweed, a voice called out to him.

Or at least he assumed it was him the voice was addressing, since he was the only other person on this coast. Maybe. being blind in one eye left quite a blind spot in one's vision, you know. And let it be known the existence of spirits and ghosts and other spectral beings were not impossible. Those who questioned it obviously needed to broaden their horizons! Or their brains. Either worked, really. Maybe eat more brain pie too? Hmm...would that work? Another trivial matter to discover.

[i]Anyway,[/i] back the voice. Evelio straightened, leaning back and to the side slightly in order to see past the Mote and debris. Under the wane moonlight and illumination provided by the glowing rock, he could make out a young man hurrying forward. Only as he drew closer did Evelio realise the lad was holding both hands out, probably in a gesture of peace. Which made him wonder why the youth bothered to do so in the first place. Did he really look like someone who resorted to violence at first opportunity? Look, both of Evelio's hands weren't anywhere near his falchion at all!

Wide grin appearing on his face, the former Knight waved jauntily at the young man. [color=0072bc]"Why, hullo there, fellow sneak!"[/color] He paused for a second, pursing his lips in thought. [color=0072bc]"Hang on, no. I'm pretty sure I'm not a sneak, so the wording is improper. Let's see...lil' ole me is a wanderer, but you don't look like one, lad. So that leaves...ah ha! Appraiser? You're here to study this shiny mystery rock too, are you not?"[/color]

Lifting his left hand, he beckoned Griff over enthusiastically. [color=0072bc]"No worries lad, no worries. I'm mentally unstable, not senseless. I'd be even madder than I am now to try touching this lovely Mote here without some trials beforehand! Now come over, if you please. I don't bite, Knight's honour. Well, a former knight, but same difference. No guarantees for Ranger, though."[/color]

Not waiting to see if the lad followed his request, he was about to explain his idea about throwing a small but heavy debris with all his strength into the whirlwind to see if it could go out the other end when pitiful barking sounded. He blinked, then cackled uproariously as he spotted a little puppy whining as it was forcibly spun round and round the Mote. Oh, the face it was making! Who knew canines were capable of displaying such a pathetic pleading expression?