Post by Ossular on May 15, 2019 1:03:31 GMT
"You're right," the eladrin would agree, after a second of thought, repeating the phrase to herself mentally. "There was-" an inhale, a thought, structuring a sentence in her mind before saying it aloud- "nothing just about what happened in there. Or what's happened in the past, really," she'd choose not to press that line of thought further, at least in the conversation. Between what Darious said in the tavern and her not really denying it, any person with half a brain, from farmer to scholar, would be able to piece that there wasn't an innocent party in the grand scheme of things.
"It could have played out either way and wound up horrible for different reasons." Reasons, of course, Orin wouldn't begin to comprehend for a little while longer. The eladrin herself would run a finger over the top of the one of her long, pointed ears, scratching a small itch carefully. Her eyes would look away, to a distant sound on the wind, a dog barking in the distance, her ears would perk, and she would stare in the direction.
"Would you mind if I just... sat out here for a little bit?" she would ask. "Maybe watch you train a little bit more?" Orin really did like her fighting style. That hadn't been a falsehood. "I won't interrupt. Just figured I'd do a little bit of writing before heading out. If that's alright with you- uhh-" Orin would stop. Ringer couldn't be her real name, could it? On the same end, she hadn't actually introduced herself, either. Granted, the whole situation had been a bit fast paced.
"I just realized I haven't introduced myself," Orin would actually take great care as to not ask for the woman's name, at least not in the traditional fey sense. "You can call me Orin," she would bow slightly, not wanting to startle of off-put her any more than she already possibly had. "What can I call you, if you'd be so kind?"
"It could have played out either way and wound up horrible for different reasons." Reasons, of course, Orin wouldn't begin to comprehend for a little while longer. The eladrin herself would run a finger over the top of the one of her long, pointed ears, scratching a small itch carefully. Her eyes would look away, to a distant sound on the wind, a dog barking in the distance, her ears would perk, and she would stare in the direction.
"Would you mind if I just... sat out here for a little bit?" she would ask. "Maybe watch you train a little bit more?" Orin really did like her fighting style. That hadn't been a falsehood. "I won't interrupt. Just figured I'd do a little bit of writing before heading out. If that's alright with you- uhh-" Orin would stop. Ringer couldn't be her real name, could it? On the same end, she hadn't actually introduced herself, either. Granted, the whole situation had been a bit fast paced.
"I just realized I haven't introduced myself," Orin would actually take great care as to not ask for the woman's name, at least not in the traditional fey sense. "You can call me Orin," she would bow slightly, not wanting to startle of off-put her any more than she already possibly had. "What can I call you, if you'd be so kind?"