RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-04-2021, 06:26 AM
"Your biggest discovery was a 'disaster'?" Grok asks Zaya. "Now that you'll have to tell me abo--"
Rozenn has now returned with a smile on her face, another note for Grokzurl, and a comforting pat on the shoulder. It's more than a little embarrassing, given how much taller she is than him. Even so, he does his best to smile, thanking her and glancing briefly at the note, before setting it aside. As soon as she's turned away, he downs what's left of his colorful drink in a single gulp.
"...Anyway, you'd describe Stemspire as....impersonal? That's about the last word I'd use for Zanya," he adds with a chuckle. Maybe that's how they'd ended up on Alma; simply to escape the cold cityscape they'd hailed from. "Suppose you're right though, Zaya, about losing history to the past....Lots of mysteries about our little worlds, even here. Maybe at some point you can show me some of your findings? Or theories, whichever. You seem like you're really well read! I can't say the same."
A few minutes later, Grok unfolds Rozenn's latest note and quickly scans its contents. If nothing else, she's certainly straightforward with her words, a fact that makes it pretty easy to shake off his earlier embarrassment. She seems sincere, downright earnest even. He chuckles to himself before penning another response.
"Right, I understand! I won't make that same mistake twice." He scribbles another quick little smile, hoping to convey that everything is fine. "As for Henri though, I'm not sure he'll want to believe you....it might be easier to help keep him alive in other ways, at least for this journey." Grok passes this last note back to Rozenn, before finally standing in his chair. He turns to the group he's spent most of the night chatting with, giving a wave and hoisting his bow onto his back.
"Alright, best I start looking for an inn to rest at," he tells his new friends. "You're more than welcome to join, my friends! If not, I'll be seeing you bright and early! Take care."
Grokzurl then approaches Guillairme, a bit sheepishly. "Hello again," he says plainly. "I'm a bit new to the city, but since Sir Henri has offered to cover lodgings, I wonder if you might know where I could stay tonight. Does this salon have inn rooms?"
Rozenn has now returned with a smile on her face, another note for Grokzurl, and a comforting pat on the shoulder. It's more than a little embarrassing, given how much taller she is than him. Even so, he does his best to smile, thanking her and glancing briefly at the note, before setting it aside. As soon as she's turned away, he downs what's left of his colorful drink in a single gulp.
"...Anyway, you'd describe Stemspire as....impersonal? That's about the last word I'd use for Zanya," he adds with a chuckle. Maybe that's how they'd ended up on Alma; simply to escape the cold cityscape they'd hailed from. "Suppose you're right though, Zaya, about losing history to the past....Lots of mysteries about our little worlds, even here. Maybe at some point you can show me some of your findings? Or theories, whichever. You seem like you're really well read! I can't say the same."
A few minutes later, Grok unfolds Rozenn's latest note and quickly scans its contents. If nothing else, she's certainly straightforward with her words, a fact that makes it pretty easy to shake off his earlier embarrassment. She seems sincere, downright earnest even. He chuckles to himself before penning another response.
"Right, I understand! I won't make that same mistake twice." He scribbles another quick little smile, hoping to convey that everything is fine. "As for Henri though, I'm not sure he'll want to believe you....it might be easier to help keep him alive in other ways, at least for this journey." Grok passes this last note back to Rozenn, before finally standing in his chair. He turns to the group he's spent most of the night chatting with, giving a wave and hoisting his bow onto his back.
"Alright, best I start looking for an inn to rest at," he tells his new friends. "You're more than welcome to join, my friends! If not, I'll be seeing you bright and early! Take care."
Grokzurl then approaches Guillairme, a bit sheepishly. "Hello again," he says plainly. "I'm a bit new to the city, but since Sir Henri has offered to cover lodgings, I wonder if you might know where I could stay tonight. Does this salon have inn rooms?"