That glare she gives him... It only adds fuel to Harrowheart's mischievous fire. His smile turns a little more smug and so much more amused. He wants to see this. No, he has to see this. He gladly takes that fish back for a chance to see Isidor step up to the plate.
"Uh oh," Harrowheart says to Runa and Viatorus, "The jacket's off, she's serious now." Then Runa has to go and suggest Isidor take a flying leap and he can't help but laugh and rustle her hair fondly. "It's a good idea," he whispers hurriedly. He wouldn't want her to think he's laughing at her rather than with her.
Watching Isidor's strike is a much more serious matter. He looks about as thoughtful and stoic as one can when holding a fat dragon plush and a plastic fish as he considers her form, her tactics... Her power! He's not sure what exactly he expected, but he's certainly surprised to see her move the gauge so far. Right away he starts to clap and grins at Runa and Viatorus to be sure they're cheering, too.
"Isidor!" he shouts when she receives her prize. "You did great! Your form was amazing!" With a little laugh he adds, "You looked like an executioner. Can I say that in a good way?"
And then with a surprised expression he lifts up his stuffed dragon and looks at it with shock and concern. Harrowheart tilts his head so that his ear is close to its stumpy little snout and asks, "Huh? What's that?... Oh! Isidor, it's your Great Great Grandad, Grandpa Nandy! He says that out of eeeevery Durant in history who's ever played the strongman game, you hit it hardest! He says..." He stops to listen to unspoken words from the plush's mouth, nodding with a grave seriousness as he does. Eventually he takes his ear away from the dragon and reports, "He says you're the best Durant since the very first one hatched outta their egg. And he says he wants a smooch."
He holds the dragon puffball by its back and mimes it waking through the air toward Isidor. He's smiling at his own joke all the while, which makes it hard to tease in a squeaky voice, "Kiss your Grandpa Nandy, dearie. It's your reeeaaal priiiize~"
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"Uh oh," Harrowheart says to Runa and Viatorus, "The jacket's off, she's serious now." Then Runa has to go and suggest Isidor take a flying leap and he can't help but laugh and rustle her hair fondly. "It's a good idea," he whispers hurriedly. He wouldn't want her to think he's laughing at her rather than with her.
Watching Isidor's strike is a much more serious matter. He looks about as thoughtful and stoic as one can when holding a fat dragon plush and a plastic fish as he considers her form, her tactics... Her power! He's not sure what exactly he expected, but he's certainly surprised to see her move the gauge so far. Right away he starts to clap and grins at Runa and Viatorus to be sure they're cheering, too.
"Isidor!" he shouts when she receives her prize. "You did great! Your form was amazing!" With a little laugh he adds, "You looked like an executioner. Can I say that in a good way?"
And then with a surprised expression he lifts up his stuffed dragon and looks at it with shock and concern. Harrowheart tilts his head so that his ear is close to its stumpy little snout and asks, "Huh? What's that?... Oh! Isidor, it's your Great Great Grandad, Grandpa Nandy! He says that out of eeeevery Durant in history who's ever played the strongman game, you hit it hardest! He says..." He stops to listen to unspoken words from the plush's mouth, nodding with a grave seriousness as he does. Eventually he takes his ear away from the dragon and reports, "He says you're the best Durant since the very first one hatched outta their egg. And he says he wants a smooch."
He holds the dragon puffball by its back and mimes it waking through the air toward Isidor. He's smiling at his own joke all the while, which makes it hard to tease in a squeaky voice, "Kiss your Grandpa Nandy, dearie. It's your reeeaaal priiiize~"