[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Raineh Daze]

[color=goldenrod][i]"Huh?!"[/i][/color]

He called back out with about the only thing he could manage as reply, eyes pinning down the shock of white hair a half-beat after he heard his name, in its standard Thalnic form, called out in an accent he couldn't even begin to place. The First and Youngest, naturally— nobody else had quite so distinctive an appearance in the order. Ditto the vocal tone.

If only he could tell whatever the hell it was that tone was [i]saying[/i] as it hollered down the courtyard. It was bad enough that his own breathing was getting ragged, but now he could barely make out one word from the next coming out of the diminutive vampire's mouth. Seriously, he hadn't heard any of this in [i]Velt[/i], either...

[color=goldenrod][i]She seems annoyed.[/i][/color]

That much, at least, was clear. And since his legs were starting to burn out, and the wind growing ragged in his lungs...

[color=goldenrod][i]Alright, what'd I do?[/i][/color]

Might as well get this one over with.

As he veered off to close distance between them, he slowed to a jog, then a canter, then a full stop before her, shoulders rising and falling above burning lungs as he began to control and modulate each breath he took.

His gaze met hers, and he made no attempt to hide his befuddlement.

[color=goldenrod]"You... [i]need[/i] something, ma'am?"[/color]