(03-03-2016, 11:58 AM)Warren Castille Wrote: "Just missed some action, too. Couple of boys thought to make a scene while the Seer was doing her thing. Good folk stood in, though. Smart of them." Warren took another mouthful of his drink and shook his head with a small tug at the corner of his mouth.
Steel tittered, a far more coquettish and schoolgirly tone issuing from what would otherwise be considered a tower of plate and muscle. She cleared her throat, thankful at the rum's arrival to allow her mouth to be occupied before further noises blurted out of her mouth. Despite her attempts at resetting herself mentally, her cheeks were already slightly flush.
'Heh, Aye, I'd just caught th'tail end of that noise. Certainly felt more like home than wrapped in a gown an' mingling among th'upper crust." The cadence of conversation and his mention of comfort in armor caused her to grin brightly at him. She took another sip of the rum, causing a strand of hair to drape over her face. In between words she tried to blow away the interfering hair.
"So then! Pfft! I understand that--pfft--th'Grindstone's been soemthin' of a mar--pffft!--marquee event of recent. Congratu--"
She cut herself off, finally curling the stray hair behind her ear with noted agitation before returning back to that beaming warmth.
"Congratulations are in order."
Butter smooth, Sthalwilf.
