♦ Fynnegan ♦
I am forever curious. It is why I stopped to find the source of the screams I heard a while back, it is why I have stayed here even after I was much annoyed. I want to understand her, though I doubt I ever truly would in just a single conversation. So when she finally manages to speak without an air of superiority or curtness, I smile and nod. It seems there is an ounce of humanity in her yet. "Well Esileif, I can do that. And please, Fynn is just fine." I grew tired of standing still, so I turned and walked away a few steps, I looked back and flung my head in a "come on" manner and kept walking- I figured she would follow.
I can't help but wonder what drives her to be so poised... so perfect. I personally find perfect boring. If you are always perfect how can you really live. I fought the urge to spash some mud on her- just to test a theory that she was as easily flustered by physical imperfection as she was by mental imperfection. But I was trying to not fluster her further- I was trying to have a positive interaction. I look at up at her as she speaks again, of success. There are unspoken words there and I think I know them, I think I understand. "Success only happens through trying, yes? I can't succeed if at first I don't try to succeed. Or that's how I see it. And I only learn more about succeeding through failing. It's part of the process- well my process at least." The last part about failure I threw in to see if I heard those unspoken words correctly. I think she wants a position, but doesn't know how to work for it- not knew not how to achieve it. Maybe we could help each other.
I had been thinking for some time that I needed more than just a herd. That I would want more than a slow rise in a kingdom where I would be overlooked by those who quite literally stood over me. I looked at the lass who so easily could be a leader if she were honest to herself. Maybe she just needed an opportunity, and I just needed a lass so I can claim lands. I think i have an idea, a proposition to make. I looked at her and smile grew upon my face. I knew little about the lass, and i may one day regret this idea I have but for now we can help each other I think. "So Esileif, I have a proposition for you. I wish to have my own herd. But I need help- I have to have a lass, like yourself. So if you don't want to try, only succeed, How about you help me and in return I'll give you a title. That is success, no?"
I looked at her searching her eyes for signs of that what she thought behind her carefully crafted exterior. I wouldn't know for sure until she spoke, but I imagined I pinned down her motives correctly. If I was right- in a mere moment I could claim my lands, and no one could tell me I was too little to do anything.
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ooc: sorry it is so short. fynn words were not cooperating :| also i has plot idea. I will PM you