Re: Quicklog, Patrick's cabin: Patrick G/Newt P
[Patrick was expecting questions about the flora and fauna. He was not expecting the question about discrimination.] At first, I was most discriminated against. The races here do not trust each other, and someone straddling two races belongs entirely to neither. But the stones are passed down from ancient elven families, and there are only a handful of us remaining. This helped. My actions in the war did the rest. [He did grin now.] They still do call me short-tips. [Patrick, obviously, did not care. Humans hated elves here, and they distrusted him as a result, so the elves were the people he had fought alongside and settled with.] I am also told the tips of my ears turn red when I lie. Take this knowledge and use it well.
Wandwood is what is in your wand? [It was not a big leap, and even a not-bright dude like Patrick could make the connection.] We can go for a walk after, Pickett, as long as Newt has time remaining. [Dude did not know Newt's plans, and he did not intend to monopolize the other man if he had other things to do. Newt, Patrick assumed, had a most busy social calendar.
Inside, Patrick watched Picket tumble; he chuckled. He spread his feet wide and planted them on the floor, and he stretched his arm out on the table, alongside the food that Newt had so gracefully lifted in its bag.] Will it hurt, nurse? [He grinned that Gunster grin, wide and flirty and with teeth that were most perfectly straight. He winked, and then he sighed.] Dude, I feel I must divulge more about the conversation with Sue, but I do not know if you wish to hear it. [He lifted his blue-green gaze to Newt's face.] Man, I do not even know if I should keep it to myself, or why I want to tell you about it. I am not usually this uncertain about things. Does his admission change things with Daniel?