Pale green eyes flicked slightly left and right, gazing into the deeper, more fiery color of Uldren's before the Guardian twitched his head in the barest of nods. Silence reigned for a moment as Mac schooled himself to a less frenetic internal pace and offered up a small, unsure smile.
"No more dancing. For now. I promise," he replied softly, understanding the gravity of the situation better with the prince's more sensible approach. Mac didn't like being yelled at, but when genuinely asked to obey, he was rarely one to argue - particularly with the assassin. Moreover, he had to remind himself that his lack of care was based on his own virtual immortality - a status the other Awoken did not also have the benefit of. That certainly put things in perspective.
"We are being observed," Ghost announced quietly, drawing Mac's attention away from Uldren's face (so close, damn the missed opportunity) and out to the surrounding land.
"By who or what?" Mac asked, gloved hands tightening on his helmet as he weighed putting it back on.
"Indigenous people, nothing from our system. Slight of build, fast, agile. Humanoid but not human. Unidentified species. Scans show predominantly human features with a physical mutation of the ears."
"Mutation like how?" Mac asked, leaning away from the prince and glancing around curiously, seeing nothing, though he had no idea how far away the people watching them happened to be.
"Larger. Tapered."
"Tapered? Like...pointy? Oh my God. Oh my God, are they elves? Ghost are they? Are they elves?" Mac asked, his voice lowered but shrill with his excitement. The little construct perused his banks of information before confirming.
"They fit the physical suggested criteria," Ghost answered dubiously, unsure if he should encourage Mac's enthusiasm for meeting a previously entirely fictional race. For his part, Mac was beaming excitedly at Uldren, oblivious to the fact that the man was probably not prone to reading fantasy novels. The Guardian, on the other hand, was absolutely thrilled.
"Are they nearby?"
"Not within standard visual distance; their weapons are also primitive and unlikely to pose a real threat. They appear to be observing us using a more evolved natural sight," because Ghost didn't really comprehend the idea of magic. Yet. "They are keeping a consistent distance."
"Okay so...just curious then? Uldren, uh...while I'm normally against you being all full-tilt diva, I think I've got a plan, if you're willing to hear me out."
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"No more dancing. For now. I promise," he replied softly, understanding the gravity of the situation better with the prince's more sensible approach. Mac didn't like being yelled at, but when genuinely asked to obey, he was rarely one to argue - particularly with the assassin. Moreover, he had to remind himself that his lack of care was based on his own virtual immortality - a status the other Awoken did not also have the benefit of. That certainly put things in perspective.
"We are being observed," Ghost announced quietly, drawing Mac's attention away from Uldren's face (so close, damn the missed opportunity) and out to the surrounding land.
"By who or what?" Mac asked, gloved hands tightening on his helmet as he weighed putting it back on.
"Indigenous people, nothing from our system. Slight of build, fast, agile. Humanoid but not human. Unidentified species. Scans show predominantly human features with a physical mutation of the ears."
"Mutation like how?" Mac asked, leaning away from the prince and glancing around curiously, seeing nothing, though he had no idea how far away the people watching them happened to be.
"Larger. Tapered."
"Tapered? Like...pointy? Oh my God. Oh my God, are they elves? Ghost are they? Are they elves?" Mac asked, his voice lowered but shrill with his excitement. The little construct perused his banks of information before confirming.
"They fit the physical suggested criteria," Ghost answered dubiously, unsure if he should encourage Mac's enthusiasm for meeting a previously entirely fictional race. For his part, Mac was beaming excitedly at Uldren, oblivious to the fact that the man was probably not prone to reading fantasy novels. The Guardian, on the other hand, was absolutely thrilled.
"Are they nearby?"
"Not within standard visual distance; their weapons are also primitive and unlikely to pose a real threat. They appear to be observing us using a more evolved natural sight," because Ghost didn't really comprehend the idea of magic. Yet. "They are keeping a consistent distance."
"Okay so...just curious then? Uldren, uh...while I'm normally against you being all full-tilt diva, I think I've got a plan, if you're willing to hear me out."