Are
Slow to catch certain things as he was, even he could see the emotions he had stirred, but instead of offering any more comfort beyond the rough hewn wisdoms he averted his gaze and instead let the silence reign for a moment. When she finally broke it it was with enough harmony that he dared look up and even meet her words with a little laugh.
Back again to somewhat serious matters it was though, a suggestion Are hadn't given any more thought than to simply dismiss it as too easy. Too impersonal and not what she would have wanted had she been there. No, not a vain one, she would probably had chewed him out even more over what he was planning though. So much labor, time, and resources 'wasted' on commemorating something he instead should be looking for. A life not lost, but left behind. One hanging on by a single thread, a thread still kept alive by the memory. "I appreciate the suggestion, I really do, but I wouldn't know where to even start looking for an artist. All I know is craftsmen and farmers, a handful of warriors also, but not a single one to spend any time on something beyond what's needful." he said, catching himself in the lie even before the words had left his mouth, but the one he knew not among the practically minded he'd rather not bother with such a sensitive subject.
"No, she wouldn't want that, as a matter of fact, she's probably going to give me a good scolding for dragging a stone all the way from the woods just to scribble my incoherent ramblings on!" Are said and laughed at the thought of having his proud achievement displayed in a far more pragmatic and practical light.
Back again to somewhat serious matters it was though, a suggestion Are hadn't given any more thought than to simply dismiss it as too easy. Too impersonal and not what she would have wanted had she been there. No, not a vain one, she would probably had chewed him out even more over what he was planning though. So much labor, time, and resources 'wasted' on commemorating something he instead should be looking for. A life not lost, but left behind. One hanging on by a single thread, a thread still kept alive by the memory. "I appreciate the suggestion, I really do, but I wouldn't know where to even start looking for an artist. All I know is craftsmen and farmers, a handful of warriors also, but not a single one to spend any time on something beyond what's needful." he said, catching himself in the lie even before the words had left his mouth, but the one he knew not among the practically minded he'd rather not bother with such a sensitive subject.
"No, she wouldn't want that, as a matter of fact, she's probably going to give me a good scolding for dragging a stone all the way from the woods just to scribble my incoherent ramblings on!" Are said and laughed at the thought of having his proud achievement displayed in a far more pragmatic and practical light.
