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"Maybe I was too rash in the way I spoke, I'm terribly sorry..." He fluttered his words as he seemed to take on a more chameleon persona; he narrowed his eyes at the two and shrugged "I would figure then, that you wouldn't be interested in such treasure lying around in the Badlands, waiting for it to be found... Like I said, Daravin has all kinds of history, including historical sites that depict the ages... Although think about it, along with the advice I gave you."
This rang through Moop's mind, her assault didn't seem to work. He was still being catty. It's why she said nothing and left, unbeknownst to her Salen had followed invisibly and trailed behind them learning of their whereabouts. She thought maybe she DID go too far and was worried, what if, under the circumstances, he told someone. He did say never to trust anyone from Daravin, did that mean him included? What if he tried to frame her or something, as far as she knew Mentalism was feared almost everywhere. Then again, he seemed almost unfazed, but maybe that was the worst part about it. she couldn't get a read on the man. Hell, under every circumstance, the way they met, the object colliding just as their hands touched, her confession out of the blue, and her attack with the mentalism, it seemed too uncanny. She thought she would at the least be able to get away with her wicked deed. Her mother would be so disappointed. Bel, nevermind her mother.
Her twin sister sat there in front of her and yet wouldn't meet her eyes. She was more then shy, she was angry, and not one to speak up in her greatest tempers. Moop in some ways didn't want to know what she was thinking, as Joop would certainly cut her with each word that would be spoken. They had been arguing all night and trying to sleep, let the pot burn. Joop didn't move, so Moop was left to get up and grab the damn thing to get it to stop stinking. She was also hungry. It would have to be bread and cheese this night, which were okay accommodations, yet she wouldn't be able to sleep in any case, her belly felt like a hard rock after her meal. Tending to the ponies, patting them and feeding and watering them. The ponies had been worried under the current eerie blackness in the sky, she had to comfort them off and on since they had arrived back at their camp. In the process of cooing at her own pony, she didn't notice at first the person who came from seemingly nothing, appearing like a mirage in front of them. It was that man again. His sudden appearance startled the ponies, which Moop tried her best to get calm again, after she had spent so long patting and nannying them before his arrival. She was annoyed, but curious.
Salen had with him two bottles and some glasses, offering them a drink. Joop stirred, her hair at first wild poofy mess, with the signature pout on her face. She almost made like she was going to turn around and go to sleep, instead she stretched and sat up straighter, wiping the sleep from her eyes and getting to her feet to greet the man. Joop told him in her raspy, honey voice,
"I see you bring tidings, I was wondering when we would see you again. If we must accept your apologies accept ours, my sister acted brash. Though what you said was indeed shocking. You say all act this way to foreigners? Most we have met have been shy, but kind. Then again, we have only been trading with poorer folks. We don't have the money to go into any of the Gentrevese speaking stores."
Moop was frowning but accepted a glass from him and drank the wine when it was poured. She would sip lightly, wondering if there was some ulterior motive here. Finally, Moop blurted out.
"I didn't know anyone would be able to see the tether, I'm-- I'm not sure what came over me. How are you no longer angry, after all that show?"
Her honesty to some, even Salen even, would seem like a handicap, but to her, it was tantamount to her being. You see, they say honesty is the best policy and sometimes people will follow suit, loosen their lips, tell her what they mean. She was pragmatic and blunt herself, needing to cut more through the fat and straight to the meat of a situation.
"This is good wine, I thank you. Pray tell, you are trying to get us drunk to loosen our lips more? Or what is the motive, I'm sorry if we did anything to offend you previously, but I have given much thought. You are right, we shouldn't have spoken so commonly to you without knowing who you are. I just... felt inspired all of a sudden and my greatest dream, fantasy even, came bubbling out..."
She didn't add it in but she thought to herself, perhaps he and Joop were right. Maybe it was simply a suicide mission, not some great honor.
This rang through Moop's mind, her assault didn't seem to work. He was still being catty. It's why she said nothing and left, unbeknownst to her Salen had followed invisibly and trailed behind them learning of their whereabouts. She thought maybe she DID go too far and was worried, what if, under the circumstances, he told someone. He did say never to trust anyone from Daravin, did that mean him included? What if he tried to frame her or something, as far as she knew Mentalism was feared almost everywhere. Then again, he seemed almost unfazed, but maybe that was the worst part about it. she couldn't get a read on the man. Hell, under every circumstance, the way they met, the object colliding just as their hands touched, her confession out of the blue, and her attack with the mentalism, it seemed too uncanny. She thought she would at the least be able to get away with her wicked deed. Her mother would be so disappointed. Bel, nevermind her mother.
Her twin sister sat there in front of her and yet wouldn't meet her eyes. She was more then shy, she was angry, and not one to speak up in her greatest tempers. Moop in some ways didn't want to know what she was thinking, as Joop would certainly cut her with each word that would be spoken. They had been arguing all night and trying to sleep, let the pot burn. Joop didn't move, so Moop was left to get up and grab the damn thing to get it to stop stinking. She was also hungry. It would have to be bread and cheese this night, which were okay accommodations, yet she wouldn't be able to sleep in any case, her belly felt like a hard rock after her meal. Tending to the ponies, patting them and feeding and watering them. The ponies had been worried under the current eerie blackness in the sky, she had to comfort them off and on since they had arrived back at their camp. In the process of cooing at her own pony, she didn't notice at first the person who came from seemingly nothing, appearing like a mirage in front of them. It was that man again. His sudden appearance startled the ponies, which Moop tried her best to get calm again, after she had spent so long patting and nannying them before his arrival. She was annoyed, but curious.
Salen had with him two bottles and some glasses, offering them a drink. Joop stirred, her hair at first wild poofy mess, with the signature pout on her face. She almost made like she was going to turn around and go to sleep, instead she stretched and sat up straighter, wiping the sleep from her eyes and getting to her feet to greet the man. Joop told him in her raspy, honey voice,
"I see you bring tidings, I was wondering when we would see you again. If we must accept your apologies accept ours, my sister acted brash. Though what you said was indeed shocking. You say all act this way to foreigners? Most we have met have been shy, but kind. Then again, we have only been trading with poorer folks. We don't have the money to go into any of the Gentrevese speaking stores."
Moop was frowning but accepted a glass from him and drank the wine when it was poured. She would sip lightly, wondering if there was some ulterior motive here. Finally, Moop blurted out.
"I didn't know anyone would be able to see the tether, I'm-- I'm not sure what came over me. How are you no longer angry, after all that show?"
Her honesty to some, even Salen even, would seem like a handicap, but to her, it was tantamount to her being. You see, they say honesty is the best policy and sometimes people will follow suit, loosen their lips, tell her what they mean. She was pragmatic and blunt herself, needing to cut more through the fat and straight to the meat of a situation.
"This is good wine, I thank you. Pray tell, you are trying to get us drunk to loosen our lips more? Or what is the motive, I'm sorry if we did anything to offend you previously, but I have given much thought. You are right, we shouldn't have spoken so commonly to you without knowing who you are. I just... felt inspired all of a sudden and my greatest dream, fantasy even, came bubbling out..."
She didn't add it in but she thought to herself, perhaps he and Joop were right. Maybe it was simply a suicide mission, not some great honor.
