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Lea seemed to delight in the look of amusement upon Seifer's features. Her grin blossomed in a girlish fashion that twinkled within her pupiless optics. The mists spilled out about her ankles once more, like the tails of a trailing skirt or gown. Snaking tendrils curled and writhed as if a light breeze teased at them. The lady seemed to think nothing of it as if accustomed so much so to them that they were nothing to think on anymore. Or perhaps she enjoyed them and did not think them odd. Her fingers would trail through them a moment, playing at the swirls which might've indicated the second. Giggling, she shook her head before putting on a bit more sober an expression. "Nay, I've not. Though I know well enough of them. At least of their being and existence, nothing intimately so as one would garner from personally encountering one of the race," she admit. Lea licked at her lips, playing one delicate finger about her chin in thoughtful expression. "I lived no where near the open waters such where they reside. I only know of them from study."
The woman was not overly paying much attention the stablehand, attempting to respect his aloof air. And far more intrigued by the ranger in any case. She giggled brightly, dipping a slight bob of a curtsy as she laced her hands then about the man's arm. "My lord is far too kind," she chimed with a wink, seeming thoroughly happy for the chivalrous fun. |
"I must admit, I find that rather odd." he noted, flicking his eyes to the mist around her feet by way of indication. "I don't think I've ever seen the like. Selkies though...they're an very...hm. They're a unique lot. They seem perennially in love with the world, a bit like children, I've never been sure if it's a blessing or a curse."
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"Find what odd?" Lea asked innocently, blinking as she looked up to the ranger. The woman followed his glance down to the mists about her and furrowed her silver brow. A look of revelation came about her face before she chuckled. The woman gave a wave of one hand in an absent fashion and the mists dissipated to dissolve as if dispersed by an unfelt wind. It left her still standing barefoot, hovering a bare inch about the ground as if standing atop some invisible rug laid over the dirt. "Is that better?" she asked with a crooked grin.
The woman settled her fingers back upon Seifer's arm as she tilt her head to his words on Selkies. A light-hearted chuckle came from her throat. "I would have to say that I would rather have the company of those that are jovial than those that are to dour and depressed of a constant." |
"Oh I'm certain we've enough of those as well." He laughed. "One wonders if a world would be complete if there were not someone in it who was never satisfied. I wonder if even if this were a paradise, if there wouldn't be someone complaining that it was too perfect." He shook his head again in amazement as he noticed that, with the mist gone, she still didn't touch the ground. "...I must confess, I can't remember ever having a woman that didn't touch the ground on my arm before."
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Lea chuckled lightly, shaking her head. She lift one index finger from off his arm as her head tilted to one side as if to accent the point of her words or perhaps their view. "Ah, but would you have it any different? For if all was just right and so, what purpose more would we have? How would champions rise and legends be formed?" For, indeed, Lelandarnofeliascion sought peace as any wise, goodly sentient being did. But, too, she had an understanding that there was a precious balance of things. Chaos balanced law, good countered evil, to keep things proper. She wanted peace but and worked ever towards perfection yet was no fool to believe that utter perfection existed. What one might hold on high as such an ideal, another surely would not.
"We are too different in our vastness of existence to ever form any utopia that would indeed please all. For, in a sense, it already exists. In small parts there are places and feelings that are nirvana to some. A child might find a new place to play with a friend dear to their heart and in those moments think all the world is perfect and no dourness could touch them. There are evil warlords that see fear in those they torment and take great pleasure from that rush. For a gentle lady she might find a kindly escort to listen to her ramblings and offer his voice in kind and it would seem all the sweeter for the lack of commonplace of it within her life. " Lea smiled tenderly up at her companion. "But a perfect, euphoric land of blessed peace for all? Oh, a lovely idea in many senses, but one I am not certain will ever or could ever exist. That is why, instead, we must work towards the best of what can be achieved, no?" Her eyes sparkled with wisdom and genuine joy to truly have someone doting his ear to her and offering such intelligent conversation. It warmed her every feature. A bright little chuckle escaped the tiny maiden at his proclamation of how she strode just above the ground. "I may walk upon the dirt, if I chose, but why would I wish to dirty my feet?" |
"Did I say I'd have it any different?" He asked, Cheshire-like. "But questions like that are why people will always puzzle over the idea of a paradise. "Although before you ask why you would trouble getting your feet dirty, perhaps you should re-consider who you're addressing." He pointed out, in amusement, opening the door of the in to a bustling crowd and their accompanying dull roar of voices.
"A little dirt never hurt anyone. Well, unless you fall off a wall into it, but thats not so much the fault of the dirt." |
Lea chuckled brightly. "No, I do not believe you did say so," she returned. Her perfect white teeth shone from between fair lips as her opalescent gaze twinkled with mirth. "Oh, aye. It is just one of the many questions that shall likely be pondered fall eternities and generations to come." The woman offered a wistful shrug.
She could only laugh merrily once more at his words. Indeed. Her gaze wandered over the ranger once more before she conceded his teasings with a nod. "Oh, I do not think it is so much a worry to think of to whom I speak. We are all warranted our own opinions, are we not?" she returned with a playful little giggle. "And you seem to have wisdom about you enough to understand that a lady may wish to keep herself as relatively clean as she may like." LeaND smirked. She was not the world's most fanatic neat-freak but she did prefer to be clean over covered in dirt. Her attention flit about the room, observing the varying groupings of individuals and overhearing what boysterous--or softened whispers--conversations she could. Her gaze quickly adjusted to the difference in lighting as her keen senses opened on alert both out of caution, curiosity, and truly interested intrigue at a new place. And just what treasures it may hold. Lea sniggered at Seifer, shaking her head as her pupiless optics were drawn back to his features. She pat the man's arm and sighed dramatically, tsking. "Oh, indeed, dirt may not hurt one but that does not mean we have need to wallow in it. And, I assure you, if I were to fall off a wall, there is a very good likability that I would not fall into any dirt at all...or even come to hit the ground." She winked playfully, keeping her easy, curled grin. "Though, I truly would not want to know why I would be falling off a wall. As I pride myself in keen balance and my noted ability to tread air as you do the earth beneath your feet...so whomever or whatever had caused me to fall, I would be most...surly with." |
"Perhaps not, but I find it rather easier to accept the smell of earth and leaves than to fret over weather or not I smell of soap and perfume when I'm at my tasks." He almost laughed for a moment, as he continued. "You sound like..." He faltered, and an touch of one of those old scars he was hiding came to light. "...my dead wife. She was very much like you. I don't know what she ever saw in me, city woman that she was."
She'd been dead longer than most people here had been alive, but still... The crowd inside barely reacted, save for a few glances in their direction, and a few cups raised in toast to Seifer, who had apparently raised a few cups here before, and he lifted a hand in return greeting. With the crowd as tightly packed as it was, they didn't see that she stood above the ground, only that a likely noble had just walked in. From behind the bar, an man with brown red hair the color of a seal's pelt looked up, black eyes glittering like gems as he flapped an bar rag in greeting. "Seifer! You found a woman that will put up with you? How amazing! She must be blind then because if she was going by looks, she'd be chasing me!" He grinned teasingly, and reached for a pair of tankards. "What will you have?" he was handsome enough, and unlike Seifer had a expression about him that said, whatever his age, he would never be 'old'. He burned too bright. Over his shoulders is the 'garment' that gives him away, an brown red pelt the same color as his hair, an empty seal pelt worn close for safety. "Very funny, Rune. How's Gwen?" "She's just fine, just in the kitchen at the moment, making her wonderful cooking." The man beamed, as Seifer escorts you toward the bar. |
Lea chuckled lightly. She herself carried the perfume of the scent of fresh rain. A pleasant enough smell, so subtle and light yet capturing on the imagination. "The smells of earth and leaves can be a lovely enough perfume to carry, so long as it is not one of dank or rotten ones," she replied easily enough. "And there are some soaps and oils that I have smelled upon others that I would gladly even take dank undergrowth wet with musk from the rain and heat than over their scents!" She offered a bubbly grin, looking up to the ranger. The lady noted the emotion in his voice and her playful mirth softened into a sympathetic, soothing expression. She gently squeezed her fingers upon his arm, flexing them in a tender motion. "Oh, my good man, you are too harsh on yourself. For even in brief meeting I can easily see what she must've in you. I see a heart that shines above others." Lea offered a sincerely warm grin, backing her words.
Seifer was lovely company thusfar. He was serious and kind with a nice sense of humor and nobility to him. The elven maiden was quite enjoying herself. Perhaps more than he could understand. Still, she lowered her voice in a sweet whisper. "You've my condolescences in your loss all the same." She had never been married or coupled to anyone. Lea had had one dear friend in her life, for but hours....though she'd carried his memory for all her years. The woman's gaze filtered towards some spot upon the floor it seemed, a distance in her expression. She could feel the comfortable, familiar weight of the invisible, extra-dimensional blade settled against her hip. Could feel the sympathetic wave falling over her like a comforting caress and a gentle, soft chuckle in her mind's ear. Yes...she'd carried him in more ways than one. LeaND blinked, stirring from her thoughts as the jovial barkeep called out to her escort. Her opalescent gaze filtered over to the Selkie and then glanced to the ranger, a bemused grin growing back upon her fair features. A light laughter bobbed her shoulders as she shook her head, removing one hand from off Seifer's arm to push silver locks back out of her face. "Oh, on the contrary, gentlesir! Perhaps instead it is that I am less blind than all the others that have failed to see the truth of what is rightly judged in a person's character to make them the most handsome of men! Not all resides on appearance after all!" she teased brightly with a twinkling grin. The lady pat her companion's arm as she winked up at him, before following over to the bar as he guided. "How delightful! Perhaps I we might sample some of your best?" she offered. |
"She is why I believe in a heaven." He confessed, in a low tone. "Because if there were not a place where she could not have the peace she deserved that was taken from her at the end of her life, then there is no justice at all."
"And there he goes, moping again." Rune shook his head, chiding but not seriously. "Ah fair lady, you can have my best anytime, but I presume you mean the best house ale." He grinned. "That rather depends though. Do you prefer the sweet or the bitter? We've both sorts of brew." |
Lady Lea offered a warm smile to the ranger as she pat his arm. Her pupiless gaze sparkled with warmth as she looked up to him. "A belief well placed, then, gentle ranger," she whispered in turn. For indeed, was that not true? For so many that deserved peace and cherishing in the afterlife, and indeed an afterlife to live on, if there was no heaven to recieve them than life was all the more poor.
The woman at last, after several breaths, broke her gaze away from Seifer to turn it back to the barkeep as she chuckled lightly and bowed her head for his words. A little grin curled at her lips as she gave a light shrug. "Mmmm...at present I think it would be nice to taste of the sweet and not temper present company with anything bitter, would you not agree?" |
"I've found in the past a good bitter has it's place." the selkie shrugged. "Or rather I find it goes very nicely with some warm bread and sharp cheese, but so does the sweet, which is why we brew both, though there are those who devote themselves to the drinking of only one or the other. Are you one of those lady?" He asked, winking impishly as he took the mugs to go and pour rich foaming and dark ale into them.
"I've no particular preference, just whimsy." Seifer admitted, leaning his elbow on the counter. "But they do have some of the best warm bread you can get. His wife makes it. Why she doesn't run her own bakery instead has always been a mystery to me." |
Lea chuckled and helplessly licked her lips at the mention of cheese and bread. "Mmm, the only thing you are missing then is some meat and perhaps some fruit, preferably venison and grapes, and you've quite the meal!" the lady chimed with a bright little giggle. Her pale cheeks rosied for the playful commentary. "Oh, I am not entirely so picky as that with foods. And in life there is much of both bitterness and sweets that must be taken in kind and cherished for what they are. Personally, I prefer to not pass judgement until I have sampled of those specifically in question." Her smile remained pleasant, showing indeed that she spoke of more than just drinks as well.
Lea turned her head to regard Seifer for his words, smiling as she chuckled. "Perhaps because she has no wish to leave her husband's side?" the woman offered with a helpless shrug. |
"Baked apples, mayhap?" The selkie plied, dark eyes glittering. "A little stew in a bread-bowl maybe?" He winked, as though he were promising diamonds and pearls, though to the hungry, maybe even better.
"Why don't you stop teasing us and maybe actually serve up some of your wares? I can smell what she's cooking, Rune, and I'm half ready to go back and get some myself, save that she'd beat me senseless with her spoon." |
The woman laughed lightly as she found her mouth helplessly salivating at the ideas. Indeed, if they only understood her true nature then they would know that the Lady Lea could certainly gorge herself upon such feasts and more. "Oh, that sounds most delightful! If you've it ready then I would almost plea that you share, for certainly I will gladly pay for such foods," she returned with a shining grin. Lea chuckled at Seifer, glancing his way and then back to the selkie. "For the pair of us," she decided to add with a sly wink. "As I'd hardly wish for the good ranger to be beaten with a spoon and unable to return to his duties!"
The woman laughed heartily as she smirked at Seifer with a charming playful sparkle to her opalescent gaze. She reached into the folds of her overly large cloak to once more seemingly fish out coin, holding some of the cool metals in her hands. |
"Ha! Alright then. I'll start you off with something to drink and some bread and cheese then, while my lovely bride finishes the stew." He waved a hand dismissively at the jingle of coins. "Pay when you're done. Any friend of Seifer is a friend of mine. He needs all the help keeping them he can get." Rune laughed, before shortly presenting the both of you with large tankards of ale, poured from the taps.
"I'll pay for it, Rune. Don't take the lady's money. She does need a place to stay though, if you have a room." |
Lea laughed lightly, a bemused grin upon her pretty lips at the banter between the men. "Oh, come now, he does not seem that unfriendly!" she teased in return, offering the ranger a broader smile. Thusfar she had found his company most pleasant of a truth. Though her happy expression turned into a pout as Seifer spoke that Rune should not take her coins. At least until he spoke further. Instead the elven maiden merely sighed and chuckled, shaking her head. "And forcibly chivalrous, I see," she murmured, meant only for the ranger's ears with a playful small grin.
Lea pocketed the coins all the same, nestling them safe within the hidden folds of her cloak once more. The lady nodded at the comment towards needing a room, offering a warmer smile with the twinkle of mischief shimmering briefly in her eyes. "Aye, if you have it, and would suffer me it," she drawled with a sly wink. The maiden then took up the tankard, swallowing a small taste before then deepening it to a healthy dose. |
"Not unfriendly maybe, but that doesn't mean he's very social." Rune noted, as he slipped back toward the kitchen to bring them food.
"Well, not too forceful I hope." Seifer noted, clearing his throat in embarrassment. "Just trying to be courteous...Rude to make a lady pay for your meal and all that..." He shuffled leaning his elbows on the worn wooden counter and picking and a seam in the wood with his thumbnail. He didn't have her gift of looking so young after so long, up close there were thin threads of silver beginning to show in his plain brown hair, and faint lines beginning to deepen around the corners of his eyes and mouth. These would deepen and his hair turn white long before hers probably would. |
"Well, then, that only means we should feel all the more honored for the fact he has graced us with his attention, no?" Lea teased. The woman chuckled lightly as she played her dainty fingers along the tankard. Her bright opalescent gaze filtered over to Seifer as she tilt her head with a bemused grin. "Oh, nay, not too forceful at all. But it does make for an easy way to tease, I see." The maiden set one small hand over his as if to catch his attention away from the grain in the wood. "You are too kind, good ranger. You truly make me feel worthy of the name Lady Lea." Her fair, pretty features lit up in a warm grin. "And I thank you for that." Her voice had gone soft and sincere in its sober notes whispered for his ears only. Truly, the man made her feel welcomed more than she had ever felt. Even Dolenquarion had not made her feel so comfortable and welcomed. Cherished and revered perhaps, for all the awkwardness of such sensations, but Seifer made her feel as if truly she could befriend him.
A sudden rosied blush came to her fair cheeks as she withdrew her hand with a shy grin. "I am simply unaccustomed to such a wonderful gentleman," the lady murmured. She lift her delicate digits to tuck her silver hair behind her tapered ear once more, before licking her lips and sipping from the drink. The woman saw the hints of age within his features. But she did not think he looked old, nor did he seem any less handsome to her eyes because of it. She barely took any real notice. Lelandarnofeliascion had watched from the sidelines as many humans had grown and lived and died. Their lifespans were so short compared to even the guise she wore let alone her own kind. And Lea was ancient for her blood. The ages she had lived shown in her eyes. In her true form, it was only in the fact that her entire frame was as if one great form of silver instead of detailed with scales and her frill was very long. Not that anyone had seen the female in her true form in ...well if she could help it, at all. Even if she longed to show it, she had grown too weary. Lea chewed at her bottom lip before offering the ranger a soft grin. "Do not be shy for your chivalry. It is a refreshing thing to witness, in all truth. Something that should not die from the world. Though it seems kindness comes as a rare gem in some places," she murmured. Her opal, pupiless eyes caught the low light and twinkled in an enchanting manner as she then nod and took another healthy swallow from the tankard. |
Seifers face reddened slightly under the brown of the sun that had weathered his features as her small, warm hand rested on top of his like a bird lighting on a branch.
"You can't have met many gentlemen then." He teased back, taking up his ale with his free hand and taking an long drink. "I think it will not die, as long as there's a few who practice it. R...King Pendryg does his best by it. He's an very charismatic man, I don't wonder if others will follow in his example. I think he worries though, what others think of him. Weather or not they still see him as an outsider, or see him only because he's human, and shorter lived than some races. For some I imagine it would be rather like being ruled by a mayfly." He put down his mug again with a shrug, and patted her resting hand with his other, lightly. |
Lea chuckled softly, noting the slight rose to his flesh as another shy smile hinted at her lips. She only hoped she had not intruded just then to cause such a blush. After all, naturally within her true form she had no real sense of touch. Every small brush in this guise was incredible to her and she savored it but was always uncertain if she was being too forward with any other. Not that she had had many opportunities to do as such.
"Of a truth, you would be correct in such an assumption," the lady admit. "I have not. And yet, forgive me, but I would still say that I would expect my judgment would not differ in any case." Her smile turned warm and soft at that as she gave the ranger a little nod. "You have been nothing but kind to me and so even in having little to compare to in the ways of gentlemen, I would consider you a fine and wonderful man of the sort no matter." She giggled and sipped from her mug as if sharing his toast. The woman licked at her lips and then tilt her head as he spoke about the king--noting his own corrections on naming the man. Her expression sobered as she listened, offering a wry and small smile. Indeed, it was hard to grow too attached to those you knew you would outlive a thousand times over. Or at least a hundred. As Lelandarnofeliascion had indeed watched more than one man rise to power and his son and son's son and the children down the line all be lain into the dirt. She gave a thoughtful murmur as she nod and looked back over at the ranger. It was her turn to blush slightly as he pat her hand, head tilting as her fingers flexed ever so slightly. "Aye, I could understand his worry. It is hard not to focus upon what others may think of us. Especially for one in a position of power that so needs the love of his people," she offered. "Human or not, it should matter more what he does than what he is. Though I sadly understand all too well this is not always the case. People are oft to judge a book by its cover or at least what some may have said about its genre or perhaps even that particular book and its cover. And yet, there is something about human drive. Though indeed Man does not live the centuries of other races, Man may live their life so fully knowing they have but decades allotted to them and live with all the life they have to give. Sometimes this is good and sometimes this is foul, depending on the heart for which beats in the breast of the one driving forward that one's life." She played her fingers along the tankard, narrowing her gaze slightly as if at some inner pondering. A gentle grin came to her features then as she shook her head and refocused her gaze upon the ranger. "Perhaps it is better to be a pond full of frogs to be ruled by a mayfly than a gathering of mayflies ruled by a frog, no?" she offered. "I would very much enjoy to further come to learn of this Gentle Mayfly King. As well as his good ranger supporter. And I am honored at all for even being allowed the chance to do so here and now by your presence and voice." |
He laughed at this, picturing a frail mayfly holding court over the watchful, bulging eyed court of frogs.
"I'm not sure I'd want to be in either situation, but I think thats one of the better images I've heard from someone for a long time." he chuckled again, still in lingering bemusement. "We try and welcome people here Lady. Our gates are only closed to those who want to do us and ours harm. I wonder what Robert would say if that name stayed, which after being bandied about in a place like this, it just might. What do you think of this place though, our Seagate?" Rune returned then, balancing a fair sized plate with two small loafs of dark brown, sweet smelling bread on it, as well as two small dishes, one with warmed cheese, one with butter. "Here we have it. Stew will be along when you've done with this. Bread's still hot so mind your fingers, pretty lady!" |
Lea offered a bemused grin with a shrug. As far as being in either situation herself she was uncertain. Lea had watched many rise and fall but had never been the ruler of anything but her own life. And even sometimes then...Still she chuckled and offered him a warm grin and a bow of her head. "I am glad that at least age has tempered me with the ability to conjure creative imagery," she drawled in a playful manner. The silver-haired maiden passed the ranger a sly wink.
The soft grin still played upon her pretty lips as he sobered as did his words. "Never shall I mean you or yours harm so long as there is the goodness and kindness in your hearts as you have thus shown me, Seifer," she offered. Even if the worst should come to happen--something she could nigh deny her fear of deep within the hidden recesses of her soul--she would not harm them. Nay. She never struck out against those that mistook and struck out against her. Instead she had flown from such scenes with a wound not visible but deeper and more lasting than any they could otherwise have inflicted. Lea's expression had turned to that hinted, distanced sadness once more before she blinked and lift her brows slightly, her fair features showing she was just tuning back into the man's words. "What name?" she asked innocently with a shy blush rosing her cheeks. She placed her fingers about her mug as she tilt her head with polite returned interest. And with that focus she chuckled and smiled at the inquiry. "Of a truth, I have a keen feeling I have but seen only a glimpse of all your fair Seagate has to offer, my dear man." The lady paused in seeing Rune return, her expression brightening even moreso. Helplessly, a soft grumbling issued from beneath the folds of her violet cloak as her stomach excited to the sights. Again Lea's cheeks tinted ever so slightly, her tapered eartips pinking. One hand fell to settle atop her tummy before she tilt her head at the barkeep's words. "Oh, I shall be careful. And you are too kind! This looks delicious as does it smell so!" she chimed with a pleasant, merry little giggle. Her hand then lifted as she wriggled her delicate, dainty digits in the air murmuring to herself. A little whisp of wind brushed over the hot bread, helping to cool it ever so slightly. Lady Lea's grin grew even more. Her eyes twinkled, dashing away whatever sadness had tried once more to form. "As for Seagate...why would I say anything bad about Her when all She has offered me is the sweetest of gifts?" the woman murred, gesturing to the meal, the Selkie's grin, and then the ranger himself. She lift her mug in toast, while her free hand--the one she'd cast with--alight back atop Seifer's own broader digits shy and yet sure to the sincerity of her words. |
"I suppose I'm beating a dead horse, saying that as often as I have, but in such strange times, I suppose we begin to wonder even at ourselves." He admitted, picking up a hot loaf of bread with little issue and tearing it in half, using the torn end to prod somewhat unceremoniously and unapologetically at the butter. Perhaps one of the top signs that this was a very casual place to eat, perhaps why he liked it. He hardly seemed like the type to get caught up counting extra forks.
"And I meant the name of the Mayfly King." He chuckled, lifting the bread to his lips with an impish smile, though he cleared his throat again, glancing away for a heartbeat as her hand rested on his again. "Seagate is a woman of the sea you know. That makes her a changing place." |
Lea offered a wry grin as she shrugged lightly. "One can never be too cautious they do say. And yet I am one, too, to respect the dead and attempt not to beat them overmuch," she countered to his words, head tilting ever so slightly. "I can assure you I speak with all truth when I promise you and yours no harm. Though I am wise enough to understand that my words will have only slight weight until I am allowed time and chance to prove them worth greater sway." The only ones that Lelandarnofeliascion could swear a vow to destroy beyond recognition without regret were those of evil conscious with no wish or chance at redemption. Wicked evil was a thing to be wiped from the world as best as possible.
Still, she did not expect Seifer, let alone King Pendryg, to trust her entirely just yet. She had only had company with the ranger for a short time. No one except the deeply yearning or naive would put so great a trust in another after such a duration. But the Lady Lea knew she did hope to win their hearts in that manner eventually. As much as she prayed she could put the faith in return to them. She'd ever ache for someone to attach to without fear. Ever. Lea offered a soft chuckle that grew into girlish laughter at Seifer's words about the name he had been meaning. "Oh, so I see," the lady giggled. "Aye, well, I would not be the one to offer such a nickname in title after meeting the man only once. I would rather hope to make a good impression and not be exiled hours after merely being let within the boundaries of the town," she teased. Her grin remained coyly wry as she snorted and shook her head. After all, she had just met the good king. It would not be kind to call him as such. Especially without explanation of how the title had been devised. And Lea did not know if indeed he was a Mayfly King amongst Frog Drones. It would take more time to understand it. The woman noted the ranger's clearing of his throat, and in fearing she had intruded, blushed as she recoiled her hand. She had said nothing to how he hungrily accepted the bread, and nor would she. Instead, the elvish maiden merely tore off a piece of bread for herself, adding butter to it before eating in her dainty manner. Though she kept taking more and more and more, bit by bit. And continued to take healthy swallows from the mead. Her grin regrew as he mentioned Seagate being a lady of the sea. "Ah, well I have always had a certain degree of admiration for the sea. Always as it seems but powerful and steady, so full of life and to be respected at all times for the fact that it can indeed change at its own whims while remaining on a whole as ever it shall be. Sometimes change is good and refreshing. And it keeps an elder mind engaged on her surroundings," she returned with a wink. |
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