Are
People talk all the time, they need to listen first. he interposed acerbically, muttering through gritted teeth at memories of drawn out guild meetings. Through them he had came to despise people who loved to hear their own voice, never did they listen only waiting for their turn to speak.
Are heeded his own advice finally, allowing Maea's voice to trail away, leaving the statement hanging like the last tread on the loom. A fine tapestry waiting to be tied off and hung for all to admire. "Gods help those who help themselves." he remarked and crossed his arms over his chest and puffed up. "A man asks not for the war to be over but for the strength to see it through. Never figured it out. Kristinn myk..." the last words he spat on the ground as if the mere taste of them invoked bitter hate.
Suddenly aware of his sulfurous jab he blushed and averted his eyes. Choosing a very interesting speck of dust to study intently while mumbling apologies in his harsh tongue before picking up the dropped thread again. "No, to prosper it must fall, there are things out there that needs finding." he stated, voice thick with intent and a name at the tip of his tongue. If only he could utter it again.
Are heeded his own advice finally, allowing Maea's voice to trail away, leaving the statement hanging like the last tread on the loom. A fine tapestry waiting to be tied off and hung for all to admire. "Gods help those who help themselves." he remarked and crossed his arms over his chest and puffed up. "A man asks not for the war to be over but for the strength to see it through. Never figured it out. Kristinn myk..." the last words he spat on the ground as if the mere taste of them invoked bitter hate.
Suddenly aware of his sulfurous jab he blushed and averted his eyes. Choosing a very interesting speck of dust to study intently while mumbling apologies in his harsh tongue before picking up the dropped thread again. "No, to prosper it must fall, there are things out there that needs finding." he stated, voice thick with intent and a name at the tip of his tongue. If only he could utter it again.
