Roen cupped her chin with one hand, still leaning against her knee as she examined Daegsatz's fingers. She noted the various calluses to his hands--the hard evidence of working the ropes and up in the riggings, she supposed. Roen grew amazed at the fine coordination it took to create the sketches he had, knowing now it was without any formal lessons. She had his last gifting--the one of an island--still laid out in her room.
The paladin made a face when the question turned her way. “Ah. Well…I cannot say my lack of skill in the arts is for lack of trying, at least where my parents were concerned. I never had the patience to sit for too long to learn an instrument or the ways of a brush. Much to the chagrin of my teachers and nannies.â€
Then as if recalling something, Roen straightened with a bright smile. “But dancing, that I could do. It was like sword play. Coordination of the feet and arms, balance, and spins.†Her voice grew wistful. “And I remember, vaguely, that my mother was a wonderful dancer. So graceful was she. One of my first lessons was from her. I stood on her feet as she held my arms aloft.â€
Roen fell silent, letting that memory linger in her thoughts for a little longer. She took a sharp breath in when it faded, turning her attention back to Daegsatz. “Is there anything else I can get you? Has your landsickness calmed a bit? I will be seeing your captain again on the morrow, we…may have a full day."
Her smile was hopeful. "I will return after, if I can.â€
The paladin made a face when the question turned her way. “Ah. Well…I cannot say my lack of skill in the arts is for lack of trying, at least where my parents were concerned. I never had the patience to sit for too long to learn an instrument or the ways of a brush. Much to the chagrin of my teachers and nannies.â€
Then as if recalling something, Roen straightened with a bright smile. “But dancing, that I could do. It was like sword play. Coordination of the feet and arms, balance, and spins.†Her voice grew wistful. “And I remember, vaguely, that my mother was a wonderful dancer. So graceful was she. One of my first lessons was from her. I stood on her feet as she held my arms aloft.â€
Roen fell silent, letting that memory linger in her thoughts for a little longer. She took a sharp breath in when it faded, turning her attention back to Daegsatz. “Is there anything else I can get you? Has your landsickness calmed a bit? I will be seeing your captain again on the morrow, we…may have a full day."
Her smile was hopeful. "I will return after, if I can.â€
