The teen wasn't sure that it was possible to make this man understand what she wanted. It seemed that he was in no way acquainted with the art of conversation and Waisana didn't have the patience to teach it to him. His ignorance was exasperating. She didn't think that it could be a clan thing--she'd known hunters who were good talkers--Shahar was just different. The fact that his pavilion had been a bit apart from the rest, the limited size of his family, just the woman, Khida, and himself. He was a loner, something of an oddity to the teen who had always been surrounded by others, who had grown up thinking that everyone was extended family in some way or another. They were a community and Shahar was strangely outside of it. She couldn't work out why he should be that way, especially as he had come highly recommended. There was no reason for him to be socially outcast and if he had done something bad then he would have been punished for it. It was peculiar indeed, but perhaps it had something to do with his aloofness. He was good at his job but he wasn't good company. The doctor decided that that was the reason.
He was all the more intriguing because he was so closed off from her. She wanted a sense of what went on in his head, an insight to the knowledge that he possessed and a chance to be his friend. Perhaps the last part wasn't possible because of his nature but she didn't know for sure and she was willing to give it a go all the same. It might be worth the effort. Maybe with time, he could be introduced to the notion of small talk and how to say more than a few words in one go, but that could be a task for another day. For now, she was prepared to deal with the difficult endeavour of pulling words out of him.
At the mention of a hunting story, he perked up as if he finally understood what she was getting at and seemed to give it more than a little thought. The blonde let out a quiet sign of relief as she anticipated a tale that could at least keep him talking for a few chimes. Perhaps she could ask him a question or two, nudge along his narrative, maybe get him to tell her something more with careful prompting. It wouldn't be quite the same as a natural conversation but the semblance would have to do. His opening words were promising and Waisana expected that this would be both interesting and keep the man talking. However, after that he merely stopped. She waited for him to say more, not able to believe that that was all he would give her about his first meeting with Khida. It was clearly a memory that he held dear and he wouldn't have even brought it up if he'd wanted to keep it to himself but yet here he was again, tight-lipped. The girl pushed down her impatience with the hunter and did her best to do some coaxing.
"Well, what happened?" she asked eagerly. Where. How. Describe. Her signs were quick and excited, betraying her interest and her strong desire to get the story from him. Whether he would pick up on it and actually respond to it or not was something unpredictable to her. He was something of an enigma after all.
"It is important, happy, yes?" Share. Please.
He was all the more intriguing because he was so closed off from her. She wanted a sense of what went on in his head, an insight to the knowledge that he possessed and a chance to be his friend. Perhaps the last part wasn't possible because of his nature but she didn't know for sure and she was willing to give it a go all the same. It might be worth the effort. Maybe with time, he could be introduced to the notion of small talk and how to say more than a few words in one go, but that could be a task for another day. For now, she was prepared to deal with the difficult endeavour of pulling words out of him.
At the mention of a hunting story, he perked up as if he finally understood what she was getting at and seemed to give it more than a little thought. The blonde let out a quiet sign of relief as she anticipated a tale that could at least keep him talking for a few chimes. Perhaps she could ask him a question or two, nudge along his narrative, maybe get him to tell her something more with careful prompting. It wouldn't be quite the same as a natural conversation but the semblance would have to do. His opening words were promising and Waisana expected that this would be both interesting and keep the man talking. However, after that he merely stopped. She waited for him to say more, not able to believe that that was all he would give her about his first meeting with Khida. It was clearly a memory that he held dear and he wouldn't have even brought it up if he'd wanted to keep it to himself but yet here he was again, tight-lipped. The girl pushed down her impatience with the hunter and did her best to do some coaxing.
"Well, what happened?" she asked eagerly. Where. How. Describe. Her signs were quick and excited, betraying her interest and her strong desire to get the story from him. Whether he would pick up on it and actually respond to it or not was something unpredictable to her. He was something of an enigma after all.
"It is important, happy, yes?" Share. Please.
