27.Aug.12, 10:37 PM
Sir?
A'liran was somewhat surprised, and not sure if he was displeased. He'd spent most of his life calling people who didn't deserve it 'sir' for a variety of reasons, and he surely didn't think he deserved it either. Still, he supposed it was a nice gesture. Too bad he answered it with a puzzled raise of his eyebrow instead of a polite decline or something equally sensible.
"Huh? Oh..." he said, biting his lower lip before letting out a playful laugh, primarily at himself. "It's no problem. I was barreling along like a wherry, wasn't I?" He looked over his shoulder. No pursuers. Score!
"Everything's fine, though. Thanks for asking." No need to tell this sweet girl that he'd just fled a possible altercation with a puffed-up brownrider. He smirked with a bit of self-important amusement. He wondered what sort of look that wherry had on his face about now!
Lacking anywhere better to be and noticing the almost eager demeanor of the young lady, he seated himself cross-legged in the grass. "You build your garden in a busy spot," he noted, motioning at the area around them. "It's pretty, though. Too bad Astoreth isn't here, she's a sucker for good-smelling oil. I can't imagine good-smelling plants would be any different."
Well, he had been complaining to himself about boredom all day. Maybe this was his answer!
A'liran was somewhat surprised, and not sure if he was displeased. He'd spent most of his life calling people who didn't deserve it 'sir' for a variety of reasons, and he surely didn't think he deserved it either. Still, he supposed it was a nice gesture. Too bad he answered it with a puzzled raise of his eyebrow instead of a polite decline or something equally sensible.
"Huh? Oh..." he said, biting his lower lip before letting out a playful laugh, primarily at himself. "It's no problem. I was barreling along like a wherry, wasn't I?" He looked over his shoulder. No pursuers. Score!
"Everything's fine, though. Thanks for asking." No need to tell this sweet girl that he'd just fled a possible altercation with a puffed-up brownrider. He smirked with a bit of self-important amusement. He wondered what sort of look that wherry had on his face about now!
Lacking anywhere better to be and noticing the almost eager demeanor of the young lady, he seated himself cross-legged in the grass. "You build your garden in a busy spot," he noted, motioning at the area around them. "It's pretty, though. Too bad Astoreth isn't here, she's a sucker for good-smelling oil. I can't imagine good-smelling plants would be any different."
Well, he had been complaining to himself about boredom all day. Maybe this was his answer!