07-17-2016, 03:31 PM
She smiles at his words, even a little titter and he frowns, trying to work out if she is laughing at him, or with him (although there is no laughter on his lips). But at her next sentence he relaxes slightly, and even lets an easy grin spread across his face. "I am a man with very few talents, but fortunately being able to see like an average equine is one of them." he says, dryly once more (his humour an ocean of sand, not moist enough for everyones taste but that's a pity for them). Now, there would've been a time when he had reacted quite bitterly, and snapped, paranoid of her intentions, anxious of being mocked, but those days are long past (and yet remains a film of insecurity across him, like an unseen spiders web clinging unpleasantly to his face).
She is so damn happy and warm though, isn't she? It's hard to imagine that she had come from the Tundra originally. She reminds him of the good, gentle parts of his Deserts. Warmth on your face, that kinda thing. "How interesting," he comments, in a voice which makes it sound like it is anything but that. It's not intentional. He's just not a well oiled machine of diplomacy. It's just how he came. Manafacturer error.
She offers her home and he tilts his head graciously, and as he was just about to accept... She shouts and he jerks backward, just a little surprised, although this surprise quickly melts into one of a kind of laughter - his kind of laughter, a little held back, choked up, reserved, more like a barking cough than a laugh. If he could blush, he would be blushing (him, the warrior, being caught out by a woman shouting?).
"They just appeared one day." he explained. They're a mystery, just like, well, a lot of things that Romek doesn't know about. Because they are also mysteries.
"Change is survival," he says at her following words. "And I think trading rain for snow would be pretty good right now."
She is so damn happy and warm though, isn't she? It's hard to imagine that she had come from the Tundra originally. She reminds him of the good, gentle parts of his Deserts. Warmth on your face, that kinda thing. "How interesting," he comments, in a voice which makes it sound like it is anything but that. It's not intentional. He's just not a well oiled machine of diplomacy. It's just how he came. Manafacturer error.
She offers her home and he tilts his head graciously, and as he was just about to accept... She shouts and he jerks backward, just a little surprised, although this surprise quickly melts into one of a kind of laughter - his kind of laughter, a little held back, choked up, reserved, more like a barking cough than a laugh. If he could blush, he would be blushing (him, the warrior, being caught out by a woman shouting?).
"They just appeared one day." he explained. They're a mystery, just like, well, a lot of things that Romek doesn't know about. Because they are also mysteries.
"Change is survival," he says at her following words. "And I think trading rain for snow would be pretty good right now."