{OPEN} {SE} sing a happy tune

OLIVER

Within the eye, mysteries of the soul burn deeply beneath the fiery chasms of love

and patiently wait for an awakening

Once she explains, Oliver finally understands why the sun isn't exactly all that great of a thing at times. He didn't have enough experience with snow to know about the reflection thing, so he feels a small bit stupid once she kindly explains things. Really, she had a ton of patience for someone who knew so little. It felt kind of nice to hear it in such an easy to understand way without being treated like shit for not knowing something. She was a nice person and he'd certainly remember that for later.

Luckily, she was also kind enough to share a story. With wide eyes, Oliver watched her perform the tale, telling him of dangers that the mountains hide away. It's clearly a very musical story, one that is aimed for those of a younger audience, but that doesn't mean it isn't interesting. It left him with so many questions, but seeing as she couldn't even prove the validity of the story, he chose to not ask. Dragons...wow. What if the mountains held something magical like that? Would they find the lost princess? Part of him had hoped that the princess and dragon would bond, but guess not everything ends in a happily ever after.

The story had ended, but Oliver wasn't quite done. "Thank you Wessex...I'm sure Safrin loved to hear your story. You are such an incredible storyteller." Maybe she wouldn't like the subject, but Weaver certainly was a fantastic performer. "You know...the Artist's Guild could use someone like you? I could talk to the guildmaster if you'd like...I think he'd love to have a storyteller like you join us." He offered her a smile before a look of surprise appeared on his face. Did he...owe her for the story? Do storytellers charge their guests? Well shit.

"Oh yeah! Is there anything I can do for you? I mean...seeing as you told me the story. I can...make you something to catch the sun with? Or I can...well, I can make you a lot of stuff... but I do owe you something for you spending your time on me." It only seemed fair. Exchanging a story for a good.