It was rare - especially rare recently - that the Irvingly house was truly quiet, and so Conall had taken advantage of the relative silence this morning to take a leisurely breakfast.
Well, leisurely enough, until a familiar face (with the frame of a half-giant) wandered in. “We just can’t get rid of you, can we, Miller?” Conall hailed him in friendly enough jest, and with a brief beckoning wave to boot. He ripped off another piece of bread as he took stock of the man standing there, looking a great deal more uncomfortable now that - for once, apparently - he was not attached to Eavan’s hip.
He suppressed a snort. “You like my company that much, hm?”
Well, leisurely enough, until a familiar face (with the frame of a half-giant) wandered in. “We just can’t get rid of you, can we, Miller?” Conall hailed him in friendly enough jest, and with a brief beckoning wave to boot. He ripped off another piece of bread as he took stock of the man standing there, looking a great deal more uncomfortable now that - for once, apparently - he was not attached to Eavan’s hip.
He suppressed a snort. “You like my company that much, hm?”
