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Firefoot · 11-17-2011, 10:38 PM

Scyld ought to have seen the request coming, long since. She'd been playing him, with all this talk of trust; his story was what she really wanted. And if she was willing to offer hers first, could she really have anything to hide?

“You drive a hard deal,” Scyld said, trying to buy some extra time. She just continued to give him that cryptic, half-lidded look. What a woman. But he was not sure that her story was worth his own. He had been lulled to near-complacency, but he could not forget the value of his own secrets, nor how dangerous Rowenna might be. He did not know her motives, yet, though he suspected that she had more than one, and he did not know what she would do with the information he gave her.

He could always lie.

Or just leave things out.

“Not here or now,” he agreed finally. “Deal.”

littlemanpoet · 11-19-2011, 02:52 AM

She had reason to watch his face and his eyes.

“You drive a hard deal.”

She could just about see the thoughts, like a stallion galloping headlong across the fields and stopping suddenly at the edge of marshland, picking its way carefully, stepping back and forth looking for firm footing. She watched the flame go out of his eyes and his expression harden.

What did she think she was doing? Surely she could not trust this man. Why were they even talking and dancing? She could sense the danger in him like a snake waiting patiently in its lair.

“Not here or now,” he said. “Deal.”

"Very well. I will come to you when I am ready. Good night."

More like if, she thought as she turned her back on him and walked away. She needed a new partner to dance with, and right away. She looked for Thornden only to discover that he was dancing with Saeryn. There seemed to be a bit of familiarity between the two of them. She wondered what Eodwine thought of that, if he even noticed?

Ah, there was a likely fellow, Léof. He looked a little lost. This one she could handle.

"Léof! Dance with me?"

Firefoot · 11-19-2011, 02:52 PM

“Perhaps you'd better stay behind and let me go out myself,” said Quin.

“Oh. Ah, sure,” said Léof, taken off guard. Perhaps Quin didn't want Tyrdda to think he needed moral support just to ask a girl to dance. That must be it. “Whatever you want.”

Quin smiled. “Thanks,” he said, and went off to find Tyrdda, leaving Léof at something of a loss standing there. He looked around, either for a girl to ask to dance (he was skeptical of finding one available), or for someone else to talk to (a more likely prospect). As he turned, he was startled to see Rowenna heading straight for him.

“Léof! Dance with me?” she asked.

He recovered his manners quickly. “I would be honored,” he said politely, and offered her his hand. Inside, however, his thoughts were racing. Why on earth had she picked on him? What was Quin going to think? What about Nydfara over there? He glanced briefly over her shoulder and saw Nydfara watching him. Just ignore him... Léof couldn't help feeling a little triumphant at that, after how Nydfara had needled him this morning. Léof knew, too, that he was a better dancer than Nydfara. So there.

The song was both familiar and lively, and Léof quickly found the beat as he led Rowenna onto the dance floor, stepping and spinning in time. He hadn't the slightest idea of what to say to her, but he decided that was just fine: she had asked him to dance; let her think of something.

11-19-2011, 02:52 AM	#2
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	She had reason to watch his face and his eyes. “You drive a hard deal.” She could just about see the thoughts, like a stallion galloping headlong across the fields and stopping suddenly at the edge of marshland, picking its way carefully, stepping back and forth looking for firm footing. She watched the flame go out of his eyes and his expression harden. What did she think she was doing? Surely she could not trust this man. Why were they even talking and dancing? She could sense the danger in him like a snake waiting patiently in its lair. “Not here or now,” he said. “Deal.” "Very well. I will come to you when I am ready. Good night." More like if, she thought as she turned her back on him and walked away. She needed a new partner to dance with, and right away. She looked for Thornden only to discover that he was dancing with Saeryn. There seemed to be a bit of familiarity between the two of them. She wondered what Eodwine thought of that, if he even noticed? Ah, there was a likely fellow, Léof. He looked a little lost. This one she could handle. "Léof! Dance with me?" Last edited by littlemanpoet; 11-19-2011 at 06:49 AM.

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11-17-2011, 10:38 PM	#1
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	Scyld ought to have seen the request coming, long since. She'd been playing him, with all this talk of trust; his story was what she really wanted. And if she was willing to offer hers first, could she really have anything to hide? “You drive a hard deal,” Scyld said, trying to buy some extra time. She just continued to give him that cryptic, half-lidded look. What a woman. But he was not sure that her story was worth his own. He had been lulled to near-complacency, but he could not forget the value of his own secrets, nor how dangerous Rowenna might be. He did not know her motives, yet, though he suspected that she had more than one, and he did not know what she would do with the information he gave her. He could always lie. Or just leave things out. “Not here or now,” he agreed finally. “Deal.”

11-19-2011, 02:52 PM	#3
Firefoot Illusionary Holbytla Join Date: Dec 2003 Posts: 7,547	“Perhaps you'd better stay behind and let me go out myself,” said Quin. “Oh. Ah, sure,” said Léof, taken off guard. Perhaps Quin didn't want Tyrdda to think he needed moral support just to ask a girl to dance. That must be it. “Whatever you want.” Quin smiled. “Thanks,” he said, and went off to find Tyrdda, leaving Léof at something of a loss standing there. He looked around, either for a girl to ask to dance (he was skeptical of finding one available), or for someone else to talk to (a more likely prospect). As he turned, he was startled to see Rowenna heading straight for him. “Léof! Dance with me?” she asked. He recovered his manners quickly. “I would be honored,” he said politely, and offered her his hand. Inside, however, his thoughts were racing. Why on earth had she picked on him? What was Quin going to think? What about Nydfara over there? He glanced briefly over her shoulder and saw Nydfara watching him. Just ignore him... Léof couldn't help feeling a little triumphant at that, after how Nydfara had needled him this morning. Léof knew, too, that he was a better dancer than Nydfara. So there. The song was both familiar and lively, and Léof quickly found the beat as he led Rowenna onto the dance floor, stepping and spinning in time. He hadn't the slightest idea of what to say to her, but he decided that was just fine: she had asked him to dance; let her think of something.