Your welcome haha.
I wouldnt even mind the males if they werent so damn peppy and friendly....
Well. . . :blush: even Buffy must admit that some of her Bosmeri brethren can get a bit. . . annoying? Here's an example from Episode 11 of her Journal:
* * *"Are they gone? All of them? Yes, I'm Erthor. Who are you? I've been too scared to leave since those walking dead moved in here. Are you here to rescue me?" The dark haired Bosmer with saucer eyes finally shut up for a moment.
"Yes, my name is Buffy. Well met, Erthor." I quivered the arrow. "Adrienne sent me, and I want you to come back to the guild with me. Oh, and yes, all the zombies are dead."
"Thank you, Buffy! Thank you so much! But you don't look like a mage."
Again, the 'don't look like a mage' stuff! I shouldered the bow, lifted my chin and planted both hands on my hips. "Would you like to wait for someone who looks like a mage?"
"Oh no!" Erthor gasped. "I-I meant no offense. Don't leave me. Please."
"Follow me then." I grabbed a burning torch from the wall and began to retrace my steps toward the cave's exit.
"Thank you again," Erthor chirped. "You're not from Skingrad are you? Is Adrienne mad at me? That's an awfully big bow. I'm starving. Do you know what the guild is having for dinner tonight? What kind of a name is Buffy? I'm right behind you. . . ."
The short trip back to the guild was uneventful. Erthor tagged along like a puppy, gushing his appreciation. I thought of my Bosmer mother and chuckled to myself. I could understand, perhaps, why she chose a Breton for a mate.
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