his simple rise, seat, and lean to see her over the small wall of grass where her tumble-flop had ended her had allowed him to see the subtle tension, the way that she grew relaxed by his easily cordial greeting and bid for her forgiveness. it is a relief to him as well, for in these parts you are as likely to be attacked or called attacker as you were to be welcomed even in implication as church had so done. “Everything is made to be disrupted,” she comments alongside her rather flowing roll of shoulders as she rose up and sat as he did, “You don’t apologize to the grass for walking on it, or the lake for causing ripples,” to which he chuckles, tilting his head as if to accept her comment before rebutting, “but the grass and lake cannot be made upset and then refuse to keep an open mind to my company...”
he offers her a name, she does the same in return as her smile broadens and he finds that he likes this young lady with her little sly flavorings and generally intelligent seeming returns for his remarks. she is soothing without being dull, lively without over exerting his attentions or fretting them either. she is a breath of fresh air in a room long sealed shut against comforts like these idle words passed between strangers.
she leans in as she offers her name and it draws his own near to hers, passing just slightly by the near-held nose that investigates him. she smells of the lands beyond this one, the ones he and his brothers had traveled many times over and for many reasons. it is both foreign and nostalgic mingling with a part of her scent that is entirely her own. “church, it is a kinder name on the tongue than mine, i am happy to say,” he admits, a lighthearted chuckle decorating his tenor with deeper tones as it comes up from belly-deep. then the lady leans back and he is inclined to do so only after a few lingering moments remaining near enough that it might be taken as an invitation to be nearer herself.
“So I’m assuming you’re from around here then? Seeing as you have such a feel for the climate of local moods.” she asks suddenly alight with that youthful flash in her eyes, he raises his eyebrows, leaning back more properly with a slight incline to his head that implied he was offering her some kind of confidential information - much in the same playful way she had done with her name - like a gossiping goose. “would you believe it if i said i was the first born in this place in her maiden years?” he chuckles again, lifting his head and looking out beyond their little matted place of grass to the world surrounding them. “i know moladion like a son knows his mother.” and in that little phrase is a little more solemn before he slips back into her infectious vitality again, “what would you like to know, miss? i am at your disposal for as long as you’d like.”
NEIRIN
the shining prince ; of trenus
male | 17 years | 40 inches | 185 pounds
alpha of the fantastic four | fond of no one
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