Raeyn age: 19
Liard age: 22
50th Spring 510
Shooting Star Inn
In life, once every few years, one may come across one of those people that, no matter what, cannot be shaken off. Once they bite, they do not let go. And Raeyn had been pretty competent at shaking anyone off, even those types. At least that was the case until he met Liard.
Much has happened since that fateful night they met in the woods. A friendship was forged in the rocks, soil and leather. And in spite of relentless teasing, fighting and general meanness, the two boys became inseparable. They did almost everything together. Many a hunt came and passed but perhaps the best of times were the bants over a flagon of ale and high spirits.
This was particularly such an evening. Having found himself engrossed in the ambience of the Shooting Star Inn, Liard tossed his feet up onto the table and chugged down a tankard after tankard of ale. Relaxed, indeed he was, leaning back a bit on the hind two legs oh his chair, hands crossed behind his head. A usual smirk on his face which, devilishly handsome as it was, graced a few new cuts from his most recent adventure. Across the table, propped up on his elbows, one leg crossed over the other sat Raeyn. With his cheeks as red as his hair, from the effect of the alcohol, his eyes looked to no one else but his companion. He looked like something was bothering him, though he gave the fact little lip service. Within that ember heart there was no contentment, as always.
It was a double edged sword, that Raeyn walked on. For however much time he had spent with the mixed blood, he only craved more. What started as a friendship rooted in a common interest had quickly turned into the secret of a shameful crush he could tell nobody about, certainly not his friend, for fear of loosing what he'd worked hard to build. Still, how could he help himself?
It was a pity when times he should be looking forward to were laced with the anxiety of doing something stupid, saying something that could easily be misconstrued. When just looking at the other was both the joy of beholding a beautiful sight and the torture of knowing it would never truly be his. For Liard was the type who knew exactly who and what he was. A handsome bachelor who, unabashed, hid none of it. He carried himself with the boldness of a man who could have any woman he wanted, and often made it clear he was willing to help prudish little Raeyn in the department of finding himself a little romance in his life. In fact he pushed that notion onto him. Made fun when Raeyn politely refused his good advice. How could Liard know that the very object of the Inarta's desires sat right across from him.
Liard age: 22
50th Spring 510
Shooting Star Inn
In life, once every few years, one may come across one of those people that, no matter what, cannot be shaken off. Once they bite, they do not let go. And Raeyn had been pretty competent at shaking anyone off, even those types. At least that was the case until he met Liard.
Much has happened since that fateful night they met in the woods. A friendship was forged in the rocks, soil and leather. And in spite of relentless teasing, fighting and general meanness, the two boys became inseparable. They did almost everything together. Many a hunt came and passed but perhaps the best of times were the bants over a flagon of ale and high spirits.
This was particularly such an evening. Having found himself engrossed in the ambience of the Shooting Star Inn, Liard tossed his feet up onto the table and chugged down a tankard after tankard of ale. Relaxed, indeed he was, leaning back a bit on the hind two legs oh his chair, hands crossed behind his head. A usual smirk on his face which, devilishly handsome as it was, graced a few new cuts from his most recent adventure. Across the table, propped up on his elbows, one leg crossed over the other sat Raeyn. With his cheeks as red as his hair, from the effect of the alcohol, his eyes looked to no one else but his companion. He looked like something was bothering him, though he gave the fact little lip service. Within that ember heart there was no contentment, as always.
It was a double edged sword, that Raeyn walked on. For however much time he had spent with the mixed blood, he only craved more. What started as a friendship rooted in a common interest had quickly turned into the secret of a shameful crush he could tell nobody about, certainly not his friend, for fear of loosing what he'd worked hard to build. Still, how could he help himself?
It was a pity when times he should be looking forward to were laced with the anxiety of doing something stupid, saying something that could easily be misconstrued. When just looking at the other was both the joy of beholding a beautiful sight and the torture of knowing it would never truly be his. For Liard was the type who knew exactly who and what he was. A handsome bachelor who, unabashed, hid none of it. He carried himself with the boldness of a man who could have any woman he wanted, and often made it clear he was willing to help prudish little Raeyn in the department of finding himself a little romance in his life. In fact he pushed that notion onto him. Made fun when Raeyn politely refused his good advice. How could Liard know that the very object of the Inarta's desires sat right across from him.