He let his gaze drift to the cascading water as she spoke of Long Night, finding her description of it almost... peaceful. The way it should have been, without monsters and blood and death and fear. "I would like to trade for one of your scarves, when the seasons turns cold," he offered with a smile. "If you will let me know what you would like in return for one." A warm scarf was a necessity, but a fashionable one? That was a luxury he wouldn't mind allowing himself! Even better if he could gift it to Rory, who could be as much of a peacock as the bard, given the right circumstances.
"Sometimes the family you find can become as important as the one you were born into," he offered quietly, seeing her ambivalence towards her own. "Though... I should probably ask a favor of you." He winced, shifting Isuma back to his shoulder, her fluffy tail curling around his neck for balance. "The monsters I mentioned... we don't know if they'll stay within the barriergrounds this year, or contain their haunting - their hunting - to humans alone. Would you be able to let Delah know that it's something to watch out for? Amalia can tell her more, if she doesn't wish to speak to me," he explained with a wry, sad smile. "Amalia was the one who bonded to the starwhale calf," he clarified, hoping that the event would have made enough waves for the other Fae to hear about it, even if they hadn't seen it themselves.
Talk of clothing and art was at least an easier topic, and he leaned towards the pond to scoop some water into his hand and let it flow through his fingers, catching the light in sparkling droplets. "Alas, my painting skills aren't very good. My art is more abstract, you might say. Singing, dancing, playing instruments, telling stories... the sorts of things that bards do," he said with a grin and a wink. "What do you do for fun, when you're not working at your craft?"
"Sometimes the family you find can become as important as the one you were born into," he offered quietly, seeing her ambivalence towards her own. "Though... I should probably ask a favor of you." He winced, shifting Isuma back to his shoulder, her fluffy tail curling around his neck for balance. "The monsters I mentioned... we don't know if they'll stay within the barriergrounds this year, or contain their haunting - their hunting - to humans alone. Would you be able to let Delah know that it's something to watch out for? Amalia can tell her more, if she doesn't wish to speak to me," he explained with a wry, sad smile. "Amalia was the one who bonded to the starwhale calf," he clarified, hoping that the event would have made enough waves for the other Fae to hear about it, even if they hadn't seen it themselves.
Talk of clothing and art was at least an easier topic, and he leaned towards the pond to scoop some water into his hand and let it flow through his fingers, catching the light in sparkling droplets. "Alas, my painting skills aren't very good. My art is more abstract, you might say. Singing, dancing, playing instruments, telling stories... the sorts of things that bards do," he said with a grin and a wink. "What do you do for fun, when you're not working at your craft?"
