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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 6, 2010 19:00:24 GMT -5
It seems the plan for the next meeting has been set and they were going to meet at the Dragon's Keep. At least he'll have some gracious customers.
"Sounds like a plan," Travis replied, "Though don't worry about me, I don't drink much. And as far as your security, I'll make sure you two are safe."
Hopefully, there isn't going to be a big bar fight, or that'll be another delightful addition to his debt. In matter of fact, he should be heading out. He didn't want to give the wrong impression that he was skipping out on the job.
"Well, I think I should be going, got places to go. Take care, Teir. Take care, Moony."
With that, the ranger walked away; back to the Dragon's Keep.
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Dec 7, 2010 19:15:43 GMT -5
Lorin smiled when Fabala decided that she would stay, and his expression became more inquisitive when she suggested watching them as they drank. They'd need watching? "I don't plan to drink that much..." No, only when he was alone late at night. On that note, he wondered what Brenthor did with that bottle...
He turned to Travis when the ranger said his goodbyes. He was leaving? The prince supposed that they had spent a good chunk of time talking, and he had a job to get back to. "Good bye," Lorin said, wondering if he should get back before anyone noticed that he was gone, too. He looked back to Fabala, "I should let you get back to playing.."
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Dec 11, 2010 23:08:19 GMT -5
Fabala bid Travis farewell between bouts of laughter at his comment on her 'security', then turned back to Lorin and gave him a gentle, wry smile. "The thing about being your own boss is that you can work whenever you want, wherever you want. I don't have to go back to playing just yet if you don't want me to. Do you want to talk some more? I've got all day."
( Sorry for the crappy post... )
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Dec 11, 2010 23:35:32 GMT -5
"If it's alright with you," Lorin said, returning the smile with a weak one of his own. "Did you want to talk about anything in particular?" He was afraid that any topic he summoned would turn depressing or morbid.
(Sorry for the crappier post. D: )
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Dec 13, 2010 8:12:55 GMT -5
Fabala shrugged. "I don't talk to people all that often...I'm afraid I don't know of anything worth talking about." She sighed, studying his face for what felt like the hundreth time.
( Even crappier still! XD )
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Dec 14, 2010 15:33:23 GMT -5
Lorin raised his brows, "I figured that anything on your mind is worth talking about. Like..." Like vampires? No! Like murder plots? Good Lord, he was morbid, wasn't he? Like the royal bloodline? No... Okay, maybe not anything on a person's mind was a good conversation starter. "Like... pie." Oh God, did he actually say that? Well... he could take it and run. "Strawberry pie is my favorite."
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Dec 15, 2010 8:17:43 GMT -5
"Pie?" Fabala asked, brow knitting together. "Well...I like strawberry, too, but blueberry is my personal favorite." What an odd subject to bring up...although, she hadn't really helped him select an appropriate topic, so she couldn't blame him for using something off the top of his head.
"So...can you tell me more about your father?" She only wanted to go onto more stable ground with their conversation. "He seems like a good man."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Dec 15, 2010 19:39:55 GMT -5
When she asked over the topic again with an odd look, Lorin felt like he had shrunk. Oh Lord, she probably thought he was a dork! "Blueberry is good, too..." he said as a blush bloomed on his cheeks. Maybe he could... go and hide now.
But then Fabala asked about his father, and then his embarrassment melted for other emotions. "He is a good man.... He's a kind, honest, and loyal person, and he took in people less fortunate than himself." He managed to keep his eyes dry, then gestured to Fabala. "Your father sounds like a very loving person, as well."
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Dec 15, 2010 21:17:10 GMT -5
Fabala nodded. "He sounds like a wonderful father."
At the mention of her own father, she smiled sadly. "He truly was a loving man...when my mother died, we only had each other, so we became extremely close." A far-away look appeared on her face as the smile grew just a fraction, some of the sadness dripping away. "We'd go to these festivals down in Riyer during the fall, and he's play his - well, now it's mine - mandolin while I danced. And he'd sing the most beautiful songs, all composed by himself." She sighed happily, looking back up at Lorin. "He was brilliant, Tier."
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Post by Lorin Ciro Garnidell on Dec 16, 2010 13:58:36 GMT -5
Lorin nodded slowly, "I would have liked to know him. I’m happy you can carry on his memory." He glanced off down the street, shifting nervously. There was no real elegant way to leave the conversation, was there? The last thing he wanted her to think was that he was bored or uninterested. "I… I should go." For no reason in particular? "I was on my way to the blacksmith’s for an appointment." Yeah, that sounded good.
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Dec 20, 2010 18:27:28 GMT -5
Fabala, although a bit disappointed, nodded. "I understand...see you later at the Dragon's Keep, then?"
( FAIL OF A POST. But I can't think of anything else for her to do... )
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