20.Feb.12, 01:48 AM
“Mm,” Valerian’s elegant response came thanks to eating one of the remaining meat rolls that had helped sponsor their creativity for the day. It never did anyone well to work on an empty stomach and he felt when it came to writing that was doubly true. How could anyone focus on the task at hand, such as creating the mood to tell a romantic story, or the crushing defeat of an arrogant dragonrider in their case, when all that was on the mind was a rumbling stomach and what would be perfect to fill it with? The same could be said about the wine. It was a nice way to wash down the food but it also relaxed body and mind so the ideas could flow more easily and any reserves the topic could bring up weren’t nearly as pressing. That wasn’t to say he was drunk, far from it. Valerian wouldn’t even say he was pleasantly buzzed since he was always mindful of how much alcohol he consumed but he was content and relaxed.
It was nice being able to have such times where he could slip away from the weyr to day dream or work on some melodies that had been forming while he worked. It was even better to have a companion that enjoyed and understood the benefits of both whims which was why he didn’t mind sharing his time, or tree, with Erisi. They were extremely similar in attitude which made their friendship an easy one where both knew when the other would want company or to be alone. There wasn’t anything deep about the friendship but it wasn’t entirely shallow either as Valerian felt he had already proven once before by dragging Erisi away from a battle that could land him in trouble. Yet however their friendship was described by them or others, it was enough to keep them united against idiots and as partners in songs that would get them in trouble all while having a rare laugh in their strange situation.
Perhaps his whimsical take on their solidarity was why he was willing to relent and allow Erisi onto his, better, side of the tree. “You can come over here if you’re really that desperate for chances to gaze upon me.” He didn’t say he would do it without some sort of remark though.
It was nice being able to have such times where he could slip away from the weyr to day dream or work on some melodies that had been forming while he worked. It was even better to have a companion that enjoyed and understood the benefits of both whims which was why he didn’t mind sharing his time, or tree, with Erisi. They were extremely similar in attitude which made their friendship an easy one where both knew when the other would want company or to be alone. There wasn’t anything deep about the friendship but it wasn’t entirely shallow either as Valerian felt he had already proven once before by dragging Erisi away from a battle that could land him in trouble. Yet however their friendship was described by them or others, it was enough to keep them united against idiots and as partners in songs that would get them in trouble all while having a rare laugh in their strange situation.
Perhaps his whimsical take on their solidarity was why he was willing to relent and allow Erisi onto his, better, side of the tree. “You can come over here if you’re really that desperate for chances to gaze upon me.” He didn’t say he would do it without some sort of remark though.