Post by kellaishleya on Jul 24, 2009 13:47:26 GMT -5
((Grand Ballroom))
Glem was feeling entirely out of her element. As usual. Heck, she never felt at home. That was life. Greek cooed at her feet, his huge Gizka eyes fighting to take in all the sights. To a creature with a 10-second attention span, this place was heaven.
Glem resorted to lurking in the shadows, having done her best to avoid the over-friendly Zeltrons. She was simply pleased to be left alone. For the tenth time in as many minutes, Glem was wondering why in the world she had ever agreed to come. So far, the experience was not making up for the credits she hadn't been paid. She'd been right to be skeptical about the invitation... but her client had insisted, and, well, that woman wasn't one Glem was keen to argue with.
And so she lurked in the shadows of the Ballroom, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible by one of the benches which lined the walls. Though, that can be somewhat difficult when one is one of the very few Gungans to be found outside of Naboo.
There were too many people, too many possible enemies... Glem's paranoia was usual a controllable flame, but now it was blazing. She shot suspicious glances around, praying and hoping that nobody would notice her...
((xD If someone were to notice Glem, and ask her to dance, that would be hilarious.))
Greek, however, picked up on little of his master's paranoia. In fact, she barely noticed as he hopped gaily away, eyes bulging as a coo rose in his throat. So many people to nuzzle!! Greek bounded off, assailing the first pair of legs he found, rubbing up against them like a faithful pet, cooing. Ooh! Someone else to nuzzle! Greek made his way across the ballroom in this fashion, attention flitting from one person to another, to another, to another. And then he got close enough to smell the food...
Master had trained him not to eat other people's food. That got him thwacked, and Master had a very solid stick. But begging was a different story.
And so, Greek lurked at the food table, staring up with wide, adoring eyes. He would croon and cry as he passed people, hopping slowly. All his hard work was rewarded by a stout fruit being dropped right in his mouth by an old Zeltron. Success! And one success meant more successes! And so Greek continued to beg, rubbing up against legs, cooing incessantly, and generally being a nuisance.
Albeit, a cute nuisance.
(( Anybody care to trip over a Gizka? xD ))
Glem was feeling entirely out of her element. As usual. Heck, she never felt at home. That was life. Greek cooed at her feet, his huge Gizka eyes fighting to take in all the sights. To a creature with a 10-second attention span, this place was heaven.
Glem resorted to lurking in the shadows, having done her best to avoid the over-friendly Zeltrons. She was simply pleased to be left alone. For the tenth time in as many minutes, Glem was wondering why in the world she had ever agreed to come. So far, the experience was not making up for the credits she hadn't been paid. She'd been right to be skeptical about the invitation... but her client had insisted, and, well, that woman wasn't one Glem was keen to argue with.
And so she lurked in the shadows of the Ballroom, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible by one of the benches which lined the walls. Though, that can be somewhat difficult when one is one of the very few Gungans to be found outside of Naboo.
There were too many people, too many possible enemies... Glem's paranoia was usual a controllable flame, but now it was blazing. She shot suspicious glances around, praying and hoping that nobody would notice her...
((xD If someone were to notice Glem, and ask her to dance, that would be hilarious.))
Greek, however, picked up on little of his master's paranoia. In fact, she barely noticed as he hopped gaily away, eyes bulging as a coo rose in his throat. So many people to nuzzle!! Greek bounded off, assailing the first pair of legs he found, rubbing up against them like a faithful pet, cooing. Ooh! Someone else to nuzzle! Greek made his way across the ballroom in this fashion, attention flitting from one person to another, to another, to another. And then he got close enough to smell the food...
Master had trained him not to eat other people's food. That got him thwacked, and Master had a very solid stick. But begging was a different story.
And so, Greek lurked at the food table, staring up with wide, adoring eyes. He would croon and cry as he passed people, hopping slowly. All his hard work was rewarded by a stout fruit being dropped right in his mouth by an old Zeltron. Success! And one success meant more successes! And so Greek continued to beg, rubbing up against legs, cooing incessantly, and generally being a nuisance.
Albeit, a cute nuisance.
(( Anybody care to trip over a Gizka? xD ))