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BoboleXSynovia

It's only her and him now, Vrinn went to study the notes in the other room, and scaly had curled up by the warmth of the harth. Just the two of them, him and her, covered head to toe with goblin gore (can't go back.) "So..." he mutters, looking up at the ceiling, feigning distraction from a crawling beetle (later) "Don't like goblins?"
Synovia sighs, "No, not most anyway. Five years ago I was made an orphan at the hands of the Goblins. Back then, I would have given my right arm to get revenge, but now, well not so much." She looks down at the gore covering her head to toe and looks back up with tears streaking her cheeks, "I take no pleasure in what I did today, I never wanted to be a dealer of death."
Bobole slowly looks up, as soon as sees the tears a mental picture begins to forms, he begins to giggle, then chuckle, then laughing, falling to the ground.
Syn stands and looks down at her friend and says quietly "I'm glad I could amuse you." Then walks away.
He get's up, shaking his head, breathing and wiping his eyes "No,no,no, it's just, covered in all that you kind of look like chief gutteater, but bigger, and the thought of him crying is really funny!"
Synovia shakes her head, and goes to get her waterskin and begins to try and wash off the gore. as she begins to run out of water, she begins to frantically search the rooms they are in for more.
Synovia shakes her head, and goes to get her waterskin and begins to try and wash off the gore. as she begins to run out of water, she begins to frantically search the rooms they are in for more.
Bobole pushes himself off the ground "That's not a good idea, we need that water for the way back. Are you mad, you seem mad."
She continues to scrub harded and harder, trying to wash off the blood, "I never wanted to become this, this monster who kills without so much as a thought. I have to get it off, I can feel it seeping into my soul."
"Atleast you can kill something, I wish I was like that, strong like that."
"Don't wish to be like me, you little brother, have more strength than me and Vrinn combined."
'Well I know that, but when speak people listen, they do what you say, and they don't want to kill you, they ...what's the word, fear, no, respect, yeah respect you."
"I believe some in Sandpoint are begining to respect you also."
"Nah they don't, they think I'm cute, harmless, I'm not stupid, not the same thing."
"I know of two, besides me, and Miro. I have known sheriff Hemlock for 5 years, and he does respect you, some of your behaviors however drive him crazy, and Shaleilou also respects you."
"Shaleilou smart, she knows goblins aren't a joke, the big one, I don't think he does, he respects the things I tell him, but not me. He...what's the word, tolorates me, he respects you guys, if Miro wasn't there during the festival thingie, I'd be dead."
Synovia smiles "Bobole, respect is like a tree. The small little changes we make in how we treat others is the small seed, then as we learn and grow so does peoples respect for us, until like the tree, we are strong, not just in physical might,but in character. You are not the same Crazy Goblin that came to Sandpoint. Your still crazy, but you have grown and changed, and that my friend will earn you respect."
"See, stuff like that people would listen, if I'd said it they'd ignore me...like when I say to leave a chief to me!"
"People did not always listen to me either. I took along time for me to prove myself, It's part of becoming a community. People have to get to know you. It will be harder for you because you have to get past peoples fear and predice, but it will happen. Just keep showing them how much you want to and are changing and growing."
"How long did that take? I don't know about you lo-people, but I don't that kind of time to waste on morons who don't respect me."
"There are some people who don't respect me and most likely never will, but the people that matter like Ameiko, Sheriff Hemlock and Mayor Dervon, they have always looked at me like their daughter , Niece, or the cute Kid who wanted to learn to fight, this crisis gave them a chance to see me in a new way. So I guess it's only taken a few weeks.The thing is I didn't try to earn their respect I just did what I thought was right." She sighs "I just wish today had been different."
"There are some people who don't respect me and most likely never will, but the people that matter like Ameiko, Sheriff Hemlock and Mayor Dervon, they have always looked at me like their daughter , Niece, or the cute Kid who wanted to learn to fight, this crisis gave them a chance to see me in a new way. So I guess it's only taken a few weeks.The thing is I didn't try to earn their respect I just did what I thought was right." She sighs "I just wish today had been different."
Bobole shrugs "People, your very weird, very stupid, sometime really smart, but most of the time stupid." Bobole scribs at the ground, bored "Well atleast I distracted you, don't think that's the same as respect, is it?"
'No, but maybe better, you cared enough to try."
Bobole, no longer really listening, has gone to scribbling on the table with his Fangfile.
Synovia goes to check on Miro and grabs a book, as she sits down to read there is a knock on the door. A male voice says "Oh come on, are you going to unlock the door."