[He doesn't sound surprised by this so much as a bit annoyed. Dryads and the like are usually polite enough to keep their chatter to subjects like their trees and how nice sunshine is, not his inner monologue. Rude, plants.
All at once the vines around his ankles are shuddering as they pull loose, and Quentin sighs in relief, even as Spike trots back out looking terrible proud of itself. He reaches out to pet the rose goblin -- carefully -- before gathering it in his arms and standing to look toward the person who'd spoken.]
I'm fine. I mean, maybe my pride is a little bruised, but it'll recover. Probably.
[And then another helpful flower,] 'He definitely heard that before. And saw the whole falling flat thing. Great job'
[A sigh and he mutters,] Or maybe it won't recover.
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[He doesn't sound surprised by this so much as a bit annoyed. Dryads and the like are usually polite enough to keep their chatter to subjects like their trees and how nice sunshine is, not his inner monologue. Rude, plants.
All at once the vines around his ankles are shuddering as they pull loose, and Quentin sighs in relief, even as Spike trots back out looking terrible proud of itself. He reaches out to pet the rose goblin -- carefully -- before gathering it in his arms and standing to look toward the person who'd spoken.]
I'm fine. I mean, maybe my pride is a little bruised, but it'll recover. Probably.
[And then another helpful flower,] 'He definitely heard that before. And saw the whole falling flat thing. Great job'
[A sigh and he mutters,] Or maybe it won't recover.