Elann loved a challenge. Though her idea of a challenge was creating a double cross stitch with a loop and then knotting it to form a unique effect to a rug, not shooting a beast in the heart or running from it. Her eyes went a bit wider at his comment. She reached up and scratched her temple in thought and gave a light chuckled to show her nervousness.
“That is ...not something I would want to do. I am not able to shoot. I cannot run. And I would probably get eaten.”
She laughed with mirth and looking down to her empty cup she realized how unsatisfied she was with the coffee. At least she had some good conversation with this random guy before her. Asher seemed alright to her and as he opened up about being a knight she was less concerned with the struggles she had perhaps conceived earlier; deciding it was all her imagination. She thought to his story and wondered about if she had not followed in her father’s footsteps. She would not be alive right now as she would have died from a good slapping session. It was her duty to follow her father.
“Your father was not mad? My father would be very mad.” she gritted her teeth in a wince and flicked her cup lightly with her finger, letting it make a little wobble sound against the wood of the table.
As he asked her about herself her hands came to her lap and clasped each other under the table. She thought for a split second before answering and she spoke almost with a cautious tone, as if the palm of her father could reach her right here. “We in my family are not allowed to speak common. We learn some Fravata for trade, and just a little common too. So we did not get to practice it. My father…” She giggled in embarrassment as she interrupted herself, “He would beat me if he knew I was speaking to you now.” She continued with her tale “We would have people come to buy the rugs, and I would have to sell them when my father was gone. When he was gone I would speak to the people in common, trying to learn. So it has been long time since I used it, I know it okay.” she gritted her teeth in playful nervousness again. His correction of her failure served a brisk reminder of how she’s failed. “At least I hope.”
“That is ...not something I would want to do. I am not able to shoot. I cannot run. And I would probably get eaten.”
She laughed with mirth and looking down to her empty cup she realized how unsatisfied she was with the coffee. At least she had some good conversation with this random guy before her. Asher seemed alright to her and as he opened up about being a knight she was less concerned with the struggles she had perhaps conceived earlier; deciding it was all her imagination. She thought to his story and wondered about if she had not followed in her father’s footsteps. She would not be alive right now as she would have died from a good slapping session. It was her duty to follow her father.
“Your father was not mad? My father would be very mad.” she gritted her teeth in a wince and flicked her cup lightly with her finger, letting it make a little wobble sound against the wood of the table.
As he asked her about herself her hands came to her lap and clasped each other under the table. She thought for a split second before answering and she spoke almost with a cautious tone, as if the palm of her father could reach her right here. “We in my family are not allowed to speak common. We learn some Fravata for trade, and just a little common too. So we did not get to practice it. My father…” She giggled in embarrassment as she interrupted herself, “He would beat me if he knew I was speaking to you now.” She continued with her tale “We would have people come to buy the rugs, and I would have to sell them when my father was gone. When he was gone I would speak to the people in common, trying to learn. So it has been long time since I used it, I know it okay.” she gritted her teeth in playful nervousness again. His correction of her failure served a brisk reminder of how she’s failed. “At least I hope.”
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