KHEELAN
Kheelan smiled lightly and looked at her for a moment before he let his eyes roam around all the fabrics in the room."So I see"
He thought to himself for a moment. Celebrations of light would be at the ending of leaf change, perhaps he should up his wardrobe since he was here already? It meant that she had time to finish sewing it in time for him to use it? At the same time, he hadn't been at the festivals for years since his heart was too heavy to do so even now. So why did he even get the thought of getting an attire for the celebrations?
When her hand reached out for the beautiful piece of fabric she had let him wipe the nosebleed with he handed it to her, silently glad she took it away so he wouldn't have to sit there all confused as to what to do with it.
Kheelan sunk down on a chair by the table where she placed the teakettle and met her hands when she gave him the cup of tea. She sat with a straight strong back even though he wasn't wearing any of his armor, a habit hard to get to stop on his free days.
He took a sip of the hot tea and tasted its flavors just as the woman commented about flutes and that guards apparently should be all scary and sulky. Kheelan couldn't help but chuckle a bit while he lowered the cup to the table again.
"To intruders perhaps, uninvited people or fae who don't follow the rules of the crown. When we have days off we are just like anyone else. I play and make instruments on my free time, just like anyone else having a hobby when they're not at work."
He said, enjoying the taste of the tea and greeted his mouth with another sip of it. He couldn't help but to glance at a piece of fabric that looked like some kind of silk and with a swirling pattern, perhaps there were leaves on? He wasn't sure from this distance.
For a moment Kheelan's eyes fell to the floor and he got a distant look on his face, the smile faded for a brief moment, he took another drink of his tea as if to try and hide behind the cup even though it didn't cover his face at all. He cleared his throat somewhat and licked his lips slightly.
"I take it you have a lot of work cut out for you here?"
Kheelan asked politely.
Swords can only kill the heart it aims at,
but music can mend all hearts that listen.
but music can mend all hearts that listen.
