#Gale truly like it's okay you have a lot opportunity to sharpen your poetic skills

[recitedemise]

"friend he be, of waters deep," so he began - stretching out the 'ee' sounds in hopes of pairing them in a rhyme. "with luscious locks and a nice.. buttocks. . ." a brief pause as he squinted gale's way, as if to asscertain whether or not that line hit or if it had been a bit too out of pocket... nevertheless, he continued on: "words spun silk, be wary evils ilk. for he wont hesitate - to cast disintegrate." a little wiggling motion of his fingers with one hand, miming ( poorly ) a spell being cast. it was unprompted and it was decidedly not good, but in selene's defense he had told gale he wasn't really one to WAX POETICS. even so, the attempt was made and at the very least he could hope that it would bring laughter to his friend — because selene himself sure was laughing after that.

(huhu surprise reverse poetic waxing for you! plz feel free to show him up and wax poetics back, if youd like!)

Selene regales him. Or, well, he supposes he is, anyway. The prose depends on rhymes, little flowing like a brook of bardic genius, but what it lacks in technically, it makes up for in effort. And quite a bit of comedy. Or even a lot a bit. Gale can't help but brighten, lungs loosing a huff to that a(ss)ppraising study. He'd been languishing a little, the summer-time swelter like weights at his legs, and as Selene laughs away as twinkly as rivers, he supposes, even confesses, to feeling better.

Ha. His smile comes lopsided. His friend's 'spell' has him furrowing his brow, amused. "Or to cast my judgement, for that matter," Gale remarks without heat. "With practice, you'll be held as a standard beside Yahlir Smoothtongue himself—but you won't go at it alone. With me by your side, I will provide you with ample opportunity on which to test your wit. I will not leave you wanting. Consider me your loyal muse."