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Posted on February 25, 2014 at 01:06:19 AM by TORRAM
Torram could tell Alethea wasn't quite following his trailing thoughts, especially when it came to his description of his homeland's king. But that seemed a good sign, Torram thought. If it was hard for her to comprehend the idea of a king motivated by his own selfish needs, then that had to mean that the king here was not such a ruler. That thought alone made Tor relax a bit, relieved he didn't have to fear someone barking at him to get out of the library at any second. This was particularly nice because he enjoyed the current group's company rather a lot... Torram tried to push that thought out of his head. What was wrong with him? Alethea was pretty, yes, but... Torram thought that maybe there was something extra special about her. Something more special, that is, than her looks alone. Yes, Torram thought, that had to be the reason she turned him into a babbling, awkward, blushing mess of a boy. At least she was kind too, though, and didn't make him feel any more stupid for blurting out his thoughts than he already did.
"Thank you," Torram answered as Alethea returned his compliment, trying his hardest not to blush any darker than he already was. He latched on to the first thing he could, after the compliment. "That's cool. That you can draw, I mean. I'm not very good at that kind of thing. My guardian Birch is way worse though." Torram said that with a hint of his true grin, his gray eyes lighting with humor and a dimple flashing in one of his cheeks. Birch was the most incredible warrior he'd ever met, and she had a voice like a wild goddess, but hand her a pencil and ask her to draw you something and you'd end up with an ugly mess of scribbles. But, Torram supposed, she wouldn't be nearly as fun if she was perfect. When talk turned to the Olive Grove, Torram saw Alethea light up. Her voice was animated, her eyes bright. It was clear that she cared for Morgana quite a lot, and that brought two feelings to Torram. One, that he would have done just about anything to get her to look like that while she talked about him. And two, that he was glad his impression of Morgana seemed to be common. He, too, had been impressed by the woman, though he'd only met her briefly when he and Birch came to the Commune for refuge. "She really seemed like it," Torram answered brightly, obviously happy to have a common acquaintance, even one he didn't know that well, with her. "She seems real busy, I only met her once when me and Birch came to find a place to stay. But she was really nice, and Birch seemed to like her a lot. That's something, too, because Birch is kinda... tough." Torram said this with an affectionate smile. It was clear from the way he said her name that he was close with his guardian. Especially lately, she was more like a mother or older sister than a friend or protector. When Alethea spoke up again, this time asking after his earlier explanation, he smiled. This was a topic he could talk about. "My country is home to a lot of different cultures, so noble children go on The Grand Tour during their sixteenth year to learn more about the people we'll be responsible for and working with. We're supposed to spend time, usually a month or two, immersed in the culture we're learning about. I didn't get to complete mine, but the few places I got to go were amazing. We spent a month with the Rakkay, they were fascinating. They're nomadic desert-dwellers, who believe in a oneness with nature. Pretty neat." - the boy, losing some of his confidence again, flushed a bit - "I mean, if you're into that kind of thing." |
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