[PRP] Unmask Me [Maximus / Eulalia]

[GunSniper]

Maximus gave another thoughtful hum to Eulalia's question on what it looked like. She was of the fire tribe so she got the fire mask. Yes, they all looked the same, but he tried to remember each one as he made them. Their tribe was in mind while they were being forged. That one was tricky as he had to keep the horns in mind.

Slowly Max lifted his right paw and pointed a single claw forward. Than just as slowly he moved it in circles while he drew an invisible picture of the mask.

"hmn, it is silver with a gold stripe in the center of it." He started. His paw returned to rest on the ground.

"There are wings to either side of it, and a golden circle on the forehead."

With his own lazy smile he turned his head to face the nantil. "How did I do?"

Of course he knew how he did, but it seemed a game in itself to ask. She seemed amused enough. Might as well play along.

Hoshi Lockhart

 

[GunSniper]

Maximus released a pleasant hum to the confirmation of his successful description. Not that he doubted himself, he was just amused that it had become a game. Like asking the weaver to describe a newly woven. He made it, so it should be well known to him!

"Hurm, I made each individually. It was a new experience each time I made one." He chuckled with a low rumble in his throat. "I suppose the end results are all alike and for one who did not make them, they all seem the same. As they were meant to be."

He thought a moment for a good example. Something relevant to her interests.

"When you write the same word in a different story, it looks the same, but is different? If that is right to say so. I am no scribe."

Of course, he could only assume that that was a good analogy. Maximus couldn't really write himself, but had heard from others who could (what was his name from the dark tribe?) that there were letters that could be used for different incidences. It seemed appropriate.

Hoshi Lockhart