Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191029114843/@comment-24510587-20191031181711

Emile sat alone, in his room, away from everyone. This had been one abominable day, so he was glad he couldn't be bothered by anyone anymore.

Except that salamander. It was sitting across from him again. Hoping to get some more of his food, no doubt.

Maybe if he gave it some, it'd leave him alone. Emile reached into his satchel and grabbed a paddlefish filet strip. It'd eagerly stolen out of his hand before, so he figured it really liked that. The salamander gazed at the strip of dried fish with its beady eyes, and as Emile held it out, the little amphibian's tongue shot out and the filet got snatched out of Emile's hand. A trail of smoke arose from its mouth and a mild orange glow emerged from its throat as it incinerated the filet. Evidently, it preferred its food to be charred.

In spite of Emile's hopes, the salamander didn't leave after it was done gulping down the bit of fish. Instead, it sat a bit closer, just looking at Emile with those black beads. It was adorable, but Emile refused to acknowledge that.

"Shoo," Emile said, waving his hand at the salamander. To no avail.

Emile wished he could tell the animal to piss off like all the other people. But the salamander didn't speak Tamrielic, of course, as it was an animal. There was no telling it off. And he wasn't about to hurt a small animal just like that.

"You're not going to leave, are you," Emile sighed.

The salamander didn't respond, as it was a salamander.