20.Feb.12, 02:02 AM
"Why are you giving in now?" The suspicion weighed heavily in Erisi's voice. But, he had every right to be mildly suspicious, since they had both stubbornly claimed rights to opposite sides of the tree. Perhaps the wine had finally seeped into Valerian's brain, making the man far more susceptible to the idea of sharing his side of the tree. Erisi couldn't look at his face to tell how much wine Valerian had consumed, though he had assumed simply that it wasn't enough. The man still spoke in crisp tones, and obviously wasn't weighed down in the slightest by any alcoholic drink. He still spoke with the natural arrogance of a Harper, so he was tipsy enough to share, but not tipsy enough for any real fun.
Ah, why did that thought cross his mind.
Erisi dismissed it, and made a small show of setting his guitar to the side and sticking the piece of parchment underneath a rock. He didn't want the paper to get carried away by a breeze - knowing his luck it would land at a dragonrider's feet, and by some miracle they would recognize Erisi's elegant handwriting. Actually, they probably wouldn't recognize it, and would just assume that it was him. "I see your face every day - that's not the view I'm interested in. I've stared at the same side of the forest for the better part of the day. I need a change of scenery." He made it around the large tree and took a seat next to Valerian, which took some effort in itself. The tree was large, but so large that it'd easily fit two young men at one side. "I honestly suspect that you just want to be graced by the beauty of my face."
Erisi refused to be uncomfortable, so he scooted next to Valerian so he could rest his back against the tree. Their closeness could have been considered awkward, if Erisi had let himself be bothered by it. "You know, this view isn't much better," he commented after a few moments of silence. It was true, Erisi really did not like to stop talking when he finally did get comfortable with someone.
Ah, why did that thought cross his mind.
Erisi dismissed it, and made a small show of setting his guitar to the side and sticking the piece of parchment underneath a rock. He didn't want the paper to get carried away by a breeze - knowing his luck it would land at a dragonrider's feet, and by some miracle they would recognize Erisi's elegant handwriting. Actually, they probably wouldn't recognize it, and would just assume that it was him. "I see your face every day - that's not the view I'm interested in. I've stared at the same side of the forest for the better part of the day. I need a change of scenery." He made it around the large tree and took a seat next to Valerian, which took some effort in itself. The tree was large, but so large that it'd easily fit two young men at one side. "I honestly suspect that you just want to be graced by the beauty of my face."
Erisi refused to be uncomfortable, so he scooted next to Valerian so he could rest his back against the tree. Their closeness could have been considered awkward, if Erisi had let himself be bothered by it. "You know, this view isn't much better," he commented after a few moments of silence. It was true, Erisi really did not like to stop talking when he finally did get comfortable with someone.