31.Jan.12, 07:25 AM
"I enjoyed it," Talian said softly. He placed his hands in his lap ad started to twiddle his thumbs idly, keeping his hands busy while the wine bottle rested beside the bed. He eventually reached for it again, taking a few moderate sips as he thought back to his days as Fort. He'd visited frequently as a journeyman and enjoyed his time there more than most other places. If anything ever truly counted as 'home' to him, it was Fort Hold.
Of course, that felt like a distant memory now. "My father went into healing when he was young, and my mother is a housewife," he explained. "I've got four sisters myself, no brothers..." Not that it mattered too much, since he hardly knew either of the younger siblings. His attitude on children was neutral. He thought them charming, but also quite intimidating and mysterious. Caring for them wasn't a science, you couldn't really learn it from a text book.
He found himself wondering how long it would be before Carys started having children. How interesting it would have been to be an uncle! Of course, such thoughts inevitably reminded him of Fiora as well. His expression contorted unhappily for a moment before he banished the thought and took another drink.
"What's your specialty?" he asked after some thought. It was a go-to subject for him, since his craft was one of the few things he really knew and loved. It helped him find rare common ground with people, even people from another craft. He casually fidgeted with the sheets to obscure the knots hiding beneath them. That was the last thing he needed anyone finding out about!
Of course, that felt like a distant memory now. "My father went into healing when he was young, and my mother is a housewife," he explained. "I've got four sisters myself, no brothers..." Not that it mattered too much, since he hardly knew either of the younger siblings. His attitude on children was neutral. He thought them charming, but also quite intimidating and mysterious. Caring for them wasn't a science, you couldn't really learn it from a text book.
He found himself wondering how long it would be before Carys started having children. How interesting it would have been to be an uncle! Of course, such thoughts inevitably reminded him of Fiora as well. His expression contorted unhappily for a moment before he banished the thought and took another drink.
"What's your specialty?" he asked after some thought. It was a go-to subject for him, since his craft was one of the few things he really knew and loved. It helped him find rare common ground with people, even people from another craft. He casually fidgeted with the sheets to obscure the knots hiding beneath them. That was the last thing he needed anyone finding out about!