With wide yellow eyes punctuated by a slash of black for pupils, Peridot stares up at the disheveled Niall. [Him?]
[Yes, him.] Lobo wags his tail with impatience. [Is there something wrong with him?]
Peridot undulates, looking at Neil this way and that, from every angle. [His hair is like a silver dandelion. I don't know what tamers usually look like. But he doesn't seem mean.]
[I like that!] Demos growls, his sarcasm evident. [Niall, mean? Why, he's only one of the greatest tamers alive today. A legend!]
That's an exaggeration, but not by much. Niall is an expert tamer. He might not be one of the most famous tamers, yet he certainly has made his mark. And it can't hurt for Demos to sell him as a tamer. We need Peridot.
To that end, I pile on. [That's right. He is.]
