Are
He shrugged off the face of childlike wonderment, not nearly a visage worthy of a valiant warrior on a grand quest. Well, lucky him there was still a light-hearted cobbler behind the mask, one not as keen on trying to put up a cold and uncaring facade. "Oh, I have, it's just..." what exactly it was that had him awestruck was nothing pinpointed at the drop of a hat. No, Are knew little of the world, almost as little as he knew of himself, but at least he could tell there was more to it than eyes gawking at the spectacle of a shapeshifter.
"More..." he chewed the word, tasting it as it fell off his tongue, but he wasn't left with much time to ponder the bundle of emotions he held on to as he was interrupted by even more magic. Magic and a flurry of feathers, and the cobbler again stares in awe.
Rearing back from the edge as she reemerges, Are hesitates for but a moment before taking the flask passed his way. The very thing he came for just given to him by a stranger. A situation he so often had let his imagination run away with, turning a kind hearted stranger into a scheming trickster before his very eyes. Yet he couldn't muster the scorn to do so with another stranger, especially with a father's whispers still fresh in his mind.
"Thank you." he said, eyes still affixed on the reward for his journey. The little mundane flask seemingly so insignificant sitting in his gloved hand, just another trinket, a short distraction from proper work, but turned into something so much more. Very much what thanks to what Are settled on was Amalia's display of kindness.
"More..." he chewed the word, tasting it as it fell off his tongue, but he wasn't left with much time to ponder the bundle of emotions he held on to as he was interrupted by even more magic. Magic and a flurry of feathers, and the cobbler again stares in awe.
Rearing back from the edge as she reemerges, Are hesitates for but a moment before taking the flask passed his way. The very thing he came for just given to him by a stranger. A situation he so often had let his imagination run away with, turning a kind hearted stranger into a scheming trickster before his very eyes. Yet he couldn't muster the scorn to do so with another stranger, especially with a father's whispers still fresh in his mind.
"Thank you." he said, eyes still affixed on the reward for his journey. The little mundane flask seemingly so insignificant sitting in his gloved hand, just another trinket, a short distraction from proper work, but turned into something so much more. Very much what thanks to what Are settled on was Amalia's display of kindness.
