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15.Feb.14, 12:57 PM
The young man’s name was noted with a quiet nod, Quennell storing it away in the recesses of an overstuffed but incredibly reliable brain. Whether or not he ever had cause to know or remember the boy’s name was entirely unknown, but Quennell had always placed names amongst the most powerful of knowledge, and holding someone’s name – and knowing the face that went along with it – had never been anything less than useful. Quennell was particularly fond of useful information, and things.
The smile reappeared on the retired healer’s face when Yulieas nodded in response to his question, the corners of his eyes crinkling as the murky dark brown of his eyes lightened in curiosity and pleasure. He would like to see the corner of the garden that this young man most preferred, for he seemed a quiet fellow who would enjoy peaceful places; Quennell could relate to that, especially when a busy day had been had. When Yulieas seemed in no particular hurry to indicate where that area was, Quennell’s eyebrow first twitched upward questioningly, before his amusement blossomed over his face. Clearly, the youngster was debating with himself!
Still visibly amused, Quennell followed Yulieas without further prompting when the young man lead off, eyes sparkling when he caught the boy peering back at him. Quennell wasn’t quite sure what the boy expected him to do; certainly he did not have the ability to vanish between, and he was far too old to run anywhere, unless someone was dying (and it wasn’t too far!). Such amused thoughts left Quennell in a gentle high as he ambled along behind Yulieas, mind worlds away and a lazy smile on his face.
“… This looks wonderful.” Quennell’s voice was gentle and soft as he peered around; the event of having been pulled from his wandering and idle thoughts by Yulieas’ question cause the aging healer to become immersed in the setting with a blink of his eyes. He had not really even seen the path they had followed in order to find the place. He flashed the boy a warm smile, and added a further: “this is a beautiful area.” To his original statement, head turning first, and then following through with the rest of his body as he fully examined the hideaway.
Well trained eyes took note of many of the plants filling up the surrounding gardens, and he nodded approvingly. Beauty was, of course, important in such a place as the Hold’s public gardens – they could not very well do to insult some visiting noble or fail to impress the assigned Journeymen – but Quennell was most appreciative of the double-duty the plants were pulling. Beautiful to behold, but useful if they were so required. Smiling placidly, Quennell nodded once more before peering around for a good spot to sit. He chose a nice grassy spot not too far from a tall, old tree (much like himself, he thought with a wry smile) and settled himself down.
“Tell me about this spot, for clearly it is special to you.”
The smile reappeared on the retired healer’s face when Yulieas nodded in response to his question, the corners of his eyes crinkling as the murky dark brown of his eyes lightened in curiosity and pleasure. He would like to see the corner of the garden that this young man most preferred, for he seemed a quiet fellow who would enjoy peaceful places; Quennell could relate to that, especially when a busy day had been had. When Yulieas seemed in no particular hurry to indicate where that area was, Quennell’s eyebrow first twitched upward questioningly, before his amusement blossomed over his face. Clearly, the youngster was debating with himself!
Still visibly amused, Quennell followed Yulieas without further prompting when the young man lead off, eyes sparkling when he caught the boy peering back at him. Quennell wasn’t quite sure what the boy expected him to do; certainly he did not have the ability to vanish between, and he was far too old to run anywhere, unless someone was dying (and it wasn’t too far!). Such amused thoughts left Quennell in a gentle high as he ambled along behind Yulieas, mind worlds away and a lazy smile on his face.
“… This looks wonderful.” Quennell’s voice was gentle and soft as he peered around; the event of having been pulled from his wandering and idle thoughts by Yulieas’ question cause the aging healer to become immersed in the setting with a blink of his eyes. He had not really even seen the path they had followed in order to find the place. He flashed the boy a warm smile, and added a further: “this is a beautiful area.” To his original statement, head turning first, and then following through with the rest of his body as he fully examined the hideaway.
Well trained eyes took note of many of the plants filling up the surrounding gardens, and he nodded approvingly. Beauty was, of course, important in such a place as the Hold’s public gardens – they could not very well do to insult some visiting noble or fail to impress the assigned Journeymen – but Quennell was most appreciative of the double-duty the plants were pulling. Beautiful to behold, but useful if they were so required. Smiling placidly, Quennell nodded once more before peering around for a good spot to sit. He chose a nice grassy spot not too far from a tall, old tree (much like himself, he thought with a wry smile) and settled himself down.
“Tell me about this spot, for clearly it is special to you.”
