16.Aug.19, 02:50 PM
Quinvalis wilted at the declining of his offer. He wanted to repay the greenrider for his kindness and make up for being an idiot but that didn’t seem like it was meant to be. Instead, the kindness continued as it was pointed out that perhaps one of them was in need of sitting or something to eat or drink. He supposed he could do with some more water but he didn’t have much of an appetite at the moment. A broken heart didn’t seem like it would want much of anything and Quinvalis had to stop himself from rubbing a hand over his chest as if to massage the broken thing.
He nodded at the offer to sit down somewhere and was about to lead his companion to the beer tent when he hesitated. Did he really want to see his family while he was like this? His cousin would definitely tease him for being such a wuss and possibly even his uncle would join in while his mother would worry and fuss. Where to go then? This was his home turf and Quinvalis didn’t know where to run.
“Maybe not the tent then, but not here either. I want to get away from the dancing and music but I’m not sure where to go, sir.” Quinvalis grimaced as he realised he said it again even after being told not to and quickly added, “I’m sorry! It’s just… you’re a dragonrider and you deserve respect and… I don’t know what else to call you.” He had no problem using ‘sir’ but for some reason, using just ‘greenrider’ seemed almost demeaning in his mind. If it was attached with the rider’s name, it was a proper title but otherwise, it seemed like he didn’t bother to learn a name or he only viewed them as that rank and not as an entire person with different aspects.
“But it’s okay! I’ll be fine and you should go back to enjoying yourself.” He really felt like he was putting the man out the more he spoke and that simply wouldn’t do. “I think I’ll find an early ride back to Fort. I’m not very jubilant today.”
He nodded at the offer to sit down somewhere and was about to lead his companion to the beer tent when he hesitated. Did he really want to see his family while he was like this? His cousin would definitely tease him for being such a wuss and possibly even his uncle would join in while his mother would worry and fuss. Where to go then? This was his home turf and Quinvalis didn’t know where to run.
“Maybe not the tent then, but not here either. I want to get away from the dancing and music but I’m not sure where to go, sir.” Quinvalis grimaced as he realised he said it again even after being told not to and quickly added, “I’m sorry! It’s just… you’re a dragonrider and you deserve respect and… I don’t know what else to call you.” He had no problem using ‘sir’ but for some reason, using just ‘greenrider’ seemed almost demeaning in his mind. If it was attached with the rider’s name, it was a proper title but otherwise, it seemed like he didn’t bother to learn a name or he only viewed them as that rank and not as an entire person with different aspects.
“But it’s okay! I’ll be fine and you should go back to enjoying yourself.” He really felt like he was putting the man out the more he spoke and that simply wouldn’t do. “I think I’ll find an early ride back to Fort. I’m not very jubilant today.”