26.Aug.12, 03:41 AM
He was… so quiet. So lost in thought that as he hesitated, she finally found the courage to lift her eyes from the vase to where he was standing by the window to see if he had heard her at all. He had, it seemed, as his eyes had fallen back upon the flowers. He looked at it and to Apari it seemed as if he looked at it with tired eyes. He looked… he looked like she had felt after bandaging her own broken fingers. A broken person. Broken and so very ready to finally give up that last thread of hope.
She found her own hands wringing themselves as her crooked fingers ached at the very memory of what had made them that way as she waited patiently for his answer. As short as the moment was, to a person reliving memories it was a lifetime. Something in her made Apari believe it was a lifetime for him too.
”I’m Sanderon.” he had finally replied after saying that he would, in fact, like her bringing him fresh flowers each day. The small smile that had hesitated on her face while waiting for his answer returned and as she exhaled, she found herself calming slightly in the company of a kindred spirit.
“It’s wonderful to meet you Sanderon. My name is Aparicus. I work in the spice garden by the kitchens.” She said, the simple chatter coming easily as she now leaned lightly upon the small table and folded her hands in front of her. “Sanderon… that sounds like a northern name. I’m from the North too. From the Tillek area. Where are you from, Sanderon? How long have you been here?”
It didn’t really surprise Aparicus that she had not had the chance to meet the young man – especially with her habit of avoiding groups of people. It was harder to keep a distance from people in a crowd. One on one confrontations like this could turn into easy conversation from a safe distance though. This was what she preferred, even if she hadn’t planned it.
She found her own hands wringing themselves as her crooked fingers ached at the very memory of what had made them that way as she waited patiently for his answer. As short as the moment was, to a person reliving memories it was a lifetime. Something in her made Apari believe it was a lifetime for him too.
”I’m Sanderon.” he had finally replied after saying that he would, in fact, like her bringing him fresh flowers each day. The small smile that had hesitated on her face while waiting for his answer returned and as she exhaled, she found herself calming slightly in the company of a kindred spirit.
“It’s wonderful to meet you Sanderon. My name is Aparicus. I work in the spice garden by the kitchens.” She said, the simple chatter coming easily as she now leaned lightly upon the small table and folded her hands in front of her. “Sanderon… that sounds like a northern name. I’m from the North too. From the Tillek area. Where are you from, Sanderon? How long have you been here?”
It didn’t really surprise Aparicus that she had not had the chance to meet the young man – especially with her habit of avoiding groups of people. It was harder to keep a distance from people in a crowd. One on one confrontations like this could turn into easy conversation from a safe distance though. This was what she preferred, even if she hadn’t planned it.