Arrival

[TheSphinx]

Garran’s ears picked up the commotion outside the Lair, but dismissed as the usual noises of the busy place. One gets used to background noises after a bit. He realized with a second late though that everyone was, actually, there with him, and nobody could have been outside making such mess, so he turned suddenly when the huge doors opened.

There stood a giant.

It took all the pride and dignity of his mythical lineage to not just mewl like a kitten and duck, though his fur poofed up a bit anyway. Not that he wasn’t used to see big creatures; but the ideas of “human” and “big creature” were mutually exclusive in Garran’s mind, and as such the resulting sight seemed like someone photo-shopped that man on the background violating every rule of perspective. The fact that doors that would have withstood a cannon hit were flung open didn’t make things easier. At least I’m not the only one, he thought as he glanced at Socks ducking away. He stepped a bit to the left to cover the space now void and allow her to get less noticed.

The giant talked. General Tungsten… so that was the man General Steele was talking about. Damn, that was not good. He shouldn’t have been here, preparations were to be made, nothing was in order, no one was really organized yet! He looked at Archeus to see her reactions, because he felt really in a bad spot right now…