21.Oct.20, 09:00 PM
"I shall have to come by, then, if nothing else, to take in the scenery and tour the wineries.” He made a slight mental note of Dannel, mildly relieved that it sounded like they weren’t currently in a relationship and he could flirt guilt-free, but aware enough to realize that flirtation might not be welcomed.
“Indeed it is,” he nodded, pursing his lips together with mock seriousness. After the set started anew, he escorted her toward one of the tables, pleased that she kept hold of his hand, and squeezed it slightly before finally letting go in order to pull a chair out for her. He seated himself, offering a polite wave to get the attention of a booth attendant who was milling about offering his wares, in this case, drinks.
“She sounds like a treasure.” A smile touched his lips as he watched her talk of her daughter. It was clear she cared very much for her, and she seemed to almost glow with it. “And, ah, how goes the search?” He slipped the appropriate marks onto the tray and watched her pick her drink, choosing to follow her lead and taking a similar mug.
“I’m just glad to be in the right place at the right time.” He let his eyes hold hers for just a moment longer before he brought his drink to his lips. “It isn’t often my Craft puts me in the same place as a Gather at the end of a run. I’ve run through several, but this is the first time in probably a full turn I’ve not had somewhere else to be during one.” He smiled behind his cup, taking in the grounds, the booths, the people, before finding his way back to her. “And if I get the chance to enjoy the food, music, wares…and conversation of a lovely woman…I fully plan to do so.”
The dance floor filled quickly as the harpers struck up a medium paced song with steps that were easy and light, and he watched the people for a moment before turning back to Zahrah. “Would you care to browse the booths’ offerings? I’m on the hunt for a little something for my sister. She’s a relatively new Candidate at Fort, and I want to get her a little something to help keep warm during the colder months since she won’t be running anymore to do so.”
“Indeed it is,” he nodded, pursing his lips together with mock seriousness. After the set started anew, he escorted her toward one of the tables, pleased that she kept hold of his hand, and squeezed it slightly before finally letting go in order to pull a chair out for her. He seated himself, offering a polite wave to get the attention of a booth attendant who was milling about offering his wares, in this case, drinks.
“She sounds like a treasure.” A smile touched his lips as he watched her talk of her daughter. It was clear she cared very much for her, and she seemed to almost glow with it. “And, ah, how goes the search?” He slipped the appropriate marks onto the tray and watched her pick her drink, choosing to follow her lead and taking a similar mug.
“I’m just glad to be in the right place at the right time.” He let his eyes hold hers for just a moment longer before he brought his drink to his lips. “It isn’t often my Craft puts me in the same place as a Gather at the end of a run. I’ve run through several, but this is the first time in probably a full turn I’ve not had somewhere else to be during one.” He smiled behind his cup, taking in the grounds, the booths, the people, before finding his way back to her. “And if I get the chance to enjoy the food, music, wares…and conversation of a lovely woman…I fully plan to do so.”
The dance floor filled quickly as the harpers struck up a medium paced song with steps that were easy and light, and he watched the people for a moment before turning back to Zahrah. “Would you care to browse the booths’ offerings? I’m on the hunt for a little something for my sister. She’s a relatively new Candidate at Fort, and I want to get her a little something to help keep warm during the colder months since she won’t be running anymore to do so.”