07-29-2020, 02:33 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 60%; min-height: 8px; font-family: arial; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 25px"]It was all that commotion that dragged Devland to the scene. He thought he faintly recognized a few voices, but he also couldn't be sure. His head had felt heavy and blurry since his arrival to the Typhoon, and to be frank, if he hadn't hurried to scribble everyone's names down, he doubted he would remember anyone.
Amused curiosity painted his dark features as he ambled forward, half-lidded eyes taking in everything before him. Though he had missed most of the show, it didn't take a genius to understand what had likely transpired. The screaming seagulls, turtle hatchlings, and one bloodied Trygve told him all he needed. He glanced at each individual in turn, noting he only actually recognized two of them. Jaime and Trygve were complete unknowns.
"That's why I hate birds," he greeted. With ease, he feigned a genuine look of concern despite feeling nothing of the sort. As he came to stand beside Georgia, he added, "Looks like they got you pretty good, huh?" He looked then from Trygve to Jaime. There was something off-putting about him that caused Devland to instead look to Roan, nose crinkling as the gentle scent of herbs reached him. He shifted his focus again to Trygve.
Amused curiosity painted his dark features as he ambled forward, half-lidded eyes taking in everything before him. Though he had missed most of the show, it didn't take a genius to understand what had likely transpired. The screaming seagulls, turtle hatchlings, and one bloodied Trygve told him all he needed. He glanced at each individual in turn, noting he only actually recognized two of them. Jaime and Trygve were complete unknowns.
"That's why I hate birds," he greeted. With ease, he feigned a genuine look of concern despite feeling nothing of the sort. As he came to stand beside Georgia, he added, "Looks like they got you pretty good, huh?" He looked then from Trygve to Jaime. There was something off-putting about him that caused Devland to instead look to Roan, nose crinkling as the gentle scent of herbs reached him. He shifted his focus again to Trygve.