26.Jan.12, 01:37 AM
For a long moment, Lymsleia clutched the cup before hesistantly taking a sip. She mulled over the flavor and taste of the juice. "I think you'll make a wine that's FAR better than Benden." She says proudly. "I mean its almost guaranteed. The sun is good, the soil is good, enough water and love and care and we should be able to grow anything." She smiles, warmly as she runs a hand across the back of her neck.
Lymsleia took a moment to quickly braid her hair and raise it off the back of her neck, though a combination of braids and a piece of a leather strip. "So we don't have a true vineyard, well you be able to build one, Escherlov." She closed her eyes a moment, running her fingers over the lids. "I've only been here a few days. hours... I don't know. It was dark evening when it happened. The glows had been lit, and I was studying." she muses. "Or maybe I'd actually be reading for the pleasure or composing something." She shook her head. "But when I woke up... my head was pounding. I think they used something, I'd been always told not to use to knock someone out- or use it sparingly. I felt like I'd been kicked by a runner." she rubbed her temple.
"Anyway, I am going to say it could be a few days to seven day or two. The days sort of blended together." Her eyes wandered towards him. "Three years huh? Seems like a lifetime. What will I be doing in three years?" She took another sip of her juice, slowly and then glanced back ."What about you, Eschelov? Where do you see yourself three years from now?"
Lymsleia took a moment to quickly braid her hair and raise it off the back of her neck, though a combination of braids and a piece of a leather strip. "So we don't have a true vineyard, well you be able to build one, Escherlov." She closed her eyes a moment, running her fingers over the lids. "I've only been here a few days. hours... I don't know. It was dark evening when it happened. The glows had been lit, and I was studying." she muses. "Or maybe I'd actually be reading for the pleasure or composing something." She shook her head. "But when I woke up... my head was pounding. I think they used something, I'd been always told not to use to knock someone out- or use it sparingly. I felt like I'd been kicked by a runner." she rubbed her temple.
"Anyway, I am going to say it could be a few days to seven day or two. The days sort of blended together." Her eyes wandered towards him. "Three years huh? Seems like a lifetime. What will I be doing in three years?" She took another sip of her juice, slowly and then glanced back ."What about you, Eschelov? Where do you see yourself three years from now?"