He must have touched the brim of his hat a number of times as the fair Cliodhna regaled him with talents, interests and skills he'd not suspected of her, for when she trailed off, it was awfully close to coming off of his head. He pulled it back down, covering the top of his forehead, and clucked his tongue.
"I don't suppose that if I were sweet enough to you, and plied you with enough bottles of Madjack Red, that you'd consider building me an airship, my dear? As much as I enjoy a good walk, there's just something, well, epic-sounding about the idea of loading up a troupe and all their gear into the air, and coming down to earth to a huddle of gawking fans..."
The entry of the recognizable Sultansworn popped into his consciousness, and trailed him off as well, as he realized who she was talking to. He rubbed his chin, nearly without even thinking about it, before continuing his talk with his table-mate.
"Looks like it just went double or nothing on that rumble you were hoping for."
"I don't suppose that if I were sweet enough to you, and plied you with enough bottles of Madjack Red, that you'd consider building me an airship, my dear? As much as I enjoy a good walk, there's just something, well, epic-sounding about the idea of loading up a troupe and all their gear into the air, and coming down to earth to a huddle of gawking fans..."
The entry of the recognizable Sultansworn popped into his consciousness, and trailed him off as well, as he realized who she was talking to. He rubbed his chin, nearly without even thinking about it, before continuing his talk with his table-mate.
"Looks like it just went double or nothing on that rumble you were hoping for."
"But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep."
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