29.Mar.21, 03:01 AM
As Maliah corrected her horizon line, Orgailian gave a little sigh as he launched into his family tree. "My dad is bluerider R'nd. You probably heard tales and legends about him from his time in Katila romancing the population. My brothers are T'ryn, A'tay, and Zoremet. If you wondered why I look familiar and you know one of them, now you'll know why." They were like a set of quadruplets with how alike they all looked. It didn't bother him most days but it clearly got to A'tay enough that he grew out his hair to try to have something different.
Orgailian nodded in agreement that the drawing did look better. He was also still a bit shocked that Maliah had trusted his word and followed his advice even with him saying he wasn't an expert. A laugh followed her enthusiasm over his book and he gave a little shake of his head. "I have yet to write anything naughty about the ocean or sunset I'm afraid. They usually inspire introspective thoughts and poems. I do write short stories that are adventures and I guess with some love elements." As lovey dovey as some of his poems could be, Orgailian hadn't ever tossed much of it into his stories. He gave Maliah another look and considered it. Maybe he could try it out if someone was that interested.
Not that he normally shared much of his writings. A piece here or there when he was especially proud or if someone pestered him enough. He opened his book to the current page that was marked and flipped back several until he came upon his goal. "A poem to go with your drawing and the view that inspired it," he stated while angling the book so Maliah could read it.
Orgailian nodded in agreement that the drawing did look better. He was also still a bit shocked that Maliah had trusted his word and followed his advice even with him saying he wasn't an expert. A laugh followed her enthusiasm over his book and he gave a little shake of his head. "I have yet to write anything naughty about the ocean or sunset I'm afraid. They usually inspire introspective thoughts and poems. I do write short stories that are adventures and I guess with some love elements." As lovey dovey as some of his poems could be, Orgailian hadn't ever tossed much of it into his stories. He gave Maliah another look and considered it. Maybe he could try it out if someone was that interested.
Not that he normally shared much of his writings. A piece here or there when he was especially proud or if someone pestered him enough. He opened his book to the current page that was marked and flipped back several until he came upon his goal. "A poem to go with your drawing and the view that inspired it," he stated while angling the book so Maliah could read it.