Are
Are nodded and picked up the mate of the pair. Running fingers down the seams, inspecting the sole and carefully eyeing the grain of the leather. To a layman it was just as Killian said; a shoe, a well made one, but just a shoe. To Are, or any cobbler worth their salt, it was so much more if you knew what to look for. Beyond the stories of the choices and mistakes was the little personal memories the craft invoked. To his mind it all melded together to one great mass of just daily work, but his fingers knew better.
He found himself in a strange state of proud melancholy as he let his fingers sing poems of days slaving away, just anything to fill the head with something other than the myriad of why's and how's that just kept coming. He was about to start down that very same path but looked up at the perplexed stranger new friend. Are had forgotten where he was going with his little riddle. Safe to say he never had the knack for the inspiring little stories like his father had, keeping the boys entertained for hours on end and making the hard work just a little more bearable. Still, just like he said not a minute prior, making mistakes is the first step.
"A nice shoe indeed, and thank you for that, but to me it's a place in the world. If I'm not the 'Are the cobbler', then who am I? I don't really know where I was going with this, I am a cobbler and not a bard after all." he said and looked up at Killian, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth "But that simple turnshoe is a symbol of my life, kinda. Simple, but sturdy and well made. I see that you want more, see more. Fancy, dyed, embossed boots with silver buttons are nice, sure, but don't dismiss the seemingly simple shoe for being dull. There might be more to it than you could imagine." a wink and a smile, the simplest touch of personal flair on the cobbled together metaphor.
"Actually, I know a man quite like you. An adventurous fellow, at least when he's not drunk I guess. A good man who talks about being bad, talks about being great, glory, fame, riches, all of that stuff. Far too focused on what he wants to be though, losing what he is. I guess I'm saying that you shouldn't lose yourself..." Are said, maybe more to himself than to Killian. His voice falling to not much more than a mumble, but perking up as soon as he realized he was caught in thought again. "But there's something to be said for glory and adventure though." he said and the smile returned.
He found himself in a strange state of proud melancholy as he let his fingers sing poems of days slaving away, just anything to fill the head with something other than the myriad of why's and how's that just kept coming. He was about to start down that very same path but looked up at the perplexed stranger new friend. Are had forgotten where he was going with his little riddle. Safe to say he never had the knack for the inspiring little stories like his father had, keeping the boys entertained for hours on end and making the hard work just a little more bearable. Still, just like he said not a minute prior, making mistakes is the first step.
"A nice shoe indeed, and thank you for that, but to me it's a place in the world. If I'm not the 'Are the cobbler', then who am I? I don't really know where I was going with this, I am a cobbler and not a bard after all." he said and looked up at Killian, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth "But that simple turnshoe is a symbol of my life, kinda. Simple, but sturdy and well made. I see that you want more, see more. Fancy, dyed, embossed boots with silver buttons are nice, sure, but don't dismiss the seemingly simple shoe for being dull. There might be more to it than you could imagine." a wink and a smile, the simplest touch of personal flair on the cobbled together metaphor.
"Actually, I know a man quite like you. An adventurous fellow, at least when he's not drunk I guess. A good man who talks about being bad, talks about being great, glory, fame, riches, all of that stuff. Far too focused on what he wants to be though, losing what he is. I guess I'm saying that you shouldn't lose yourself..." Are said, maybe more to himself than to Killian. His voice falling to not much more than a mumble, but perking up as soon as he realized he was caught in thought again. "But there's something to be said for glory and adventure though." he said and the smile returned.
