Re: A Town Without Apples (Open)
Posted: March 14th, 2020, 5:22 am
Arnim nodded as Vanessa shared her knowledge and experience with him. "Really, I had no idea bards took liberties with their stories. I assumed all stories were at least mostly true. Thank you for the insight."
As he turned from the couple he felt a sense of joy knowing courtship wasn't a lost art. The other students were busy pretending they weren't watching the exchange. However, the paladin had been around for more than a century and a half. So to him at least it was obvious.
He caught a pair of female students attempting to hide the candles each held. They tried to approach the only table with just two chairs as Arnim walked away. He stopped them both wordlessly and motioned for them to hold the candles up. The girls looked guilty because they thought he was going to stop them. However, to their awe he placed each index finger on the wicks. Suddenly the two candles sprung to life shedding a dim light. Then he held his still warm fingers to each of their lips in a geasture of silence. They understood and giggled quietly rewarding him with a kiss on each cheek at the same time. He smiled as they covertly placed the two candles on Vanessa and Calem's table.
Another small good deed done, he made his way to the gray eyed fourth years table. The champion sat down wordlessly waiting to be noticed. She was writing in her little book so he ordered another drink for her as a gift. When she was done and noticed her guest she closed her book quickly and seemed startled. "Sorry about that miss, I meant no insult. I received a recommendation that you were a great resource for stories. I am Arnim Falwin, may I ask yours?"
She clutched her book more tightly as his name was given. "I'm Mary Scald, a pleasure sir Falwin truly. Thank you for the complement, but I'm no one important. The west district is where I reside so no noble titles ether."
Arnim laughed merrily at her obvious discomfort in being praised. "Dear girl don't fret so much. Titles don't matter only the desire to succeed. The eagle knows what effort will do when focused."
At that the brunette turned a distinctive shade redder at his words of encouragement. Mary had never been happier to see a fresh glass of red wine appear as if by magic. She was confused, had she ordered another drink. The student didn't care though, because drinking some would hide her embarrassment she hoped.
As he turned from the couple he felt a sense of joy knowing courtship wasn't a lost art. The other students were busy pretending they weren't watching the exchange. However, the paladin had been around for more than a century and a half. So to him at least it was obvious.
He caught a pair of female students attempting to hide the candles each held. They tried to approach the only table with just two chairs as Arnim walked away. He stopped them both wordlessly and motioned for them to hold the candles up. The girls looked guilty because they thought he was going to stop them. However, to their awe he placed each index finger on the wicks. Suddenly the two candles sprung to life shedding a dim light. Then he held his still warm fingers to each of their lips in a geasture of silence. They understood and giggled quietly rewarding him with a kiss on each cheek at the same time. He smiled as they covertly placed the two candles on Vanessa and Calem's table.
Another small good deed done, he made his way to the gray eyed fourth years table. The champion sat down wordlessly waiting to be noticed. She was writing in her little book so he ordered another drink for her as a gift. When she was done and noticed her guest she closed her book quickly and seemed startled. "Sorry about that miss, I meant no insult. I received a recommendation that you were a great resource for stories. I am Arnim Falwin, may I ask yours?"
She clutched her book more tightly as his name was given. "I'm Mary Scald, a pleasure sir Falwin truly. Thank you for the complement, but I'm no one important. The west district is where I reside so no noble titles ether."
Arnim laughed merrily at her obvious discomfort in being praised. "Dear girl don't fret so much. Titles don't matter only the desire to succeed. The eagle knows what effort will do when focused."
At that the brunette turned a distinctive shade redder at his words of encouragement. Mary had never been happier to see a fresh glass of red wine appear as if by magic. She was confused, had she ordered another drink. The student didn't care though, because drinking some would hide her embarrassment she hoped.