Another day in the Tavern

[Faeryl]

She looks up to the new comer (Gene), a blank look on her expression as she continues to absent mindedly dry and sharpen and clean her blade, almost as if she were preparing herself for a kill...a very cold, heartless kill.

And with only a few, riddling words, she answers his question: "Go if you wish, stay if you will, if you don't mind them closing for the kill."



She then continues her absent-minded cleaning of her blades, seemingly oblivious to her surroundings.

 

[Gene_Kynes]

Hmm. Odd.
He looks to her, and takes two steps towards the table nonchalantly.
"If it's fine with you, I'll stay. But who're "they"?"

 

[Faeryl]

Riddles Continue

The female drow once again begins to speak in riddles.
"Ever dark, ever hidden, they only go when they are bidden. The Queen is dark and malicious, and if ye are not careful, you will find them saying, "Your skin is delicious." Never feeling, ever dealing, our darkness is their light."

 

[Gene_Kynes]

Sighing, he seats himself.
Perhaps...this is her method of saying "Go away if you're an idiot?"
Possibilities run through his mind, as he simply replies, mirroring her form: "Many things bow before a monarch, and many feel the shadow's embrace. Umbral creatures...would...best, fit most of your poem, but they bow before no Queen. Is it the Drow?"
Who knows...maybe they are cannabilistic.

 

[Faeryl]

She seems, oddly enough, to read his mind. Idiots here, idiots there, idiots everywhere, though thou art not."

She looks at Gene, with a look of want in her expression. A want to tell him all perhaps. But her only words were:
"A charm, to keep me from harm. A curse to stop those whom are terse by comrades regardless of when I turn lifeless."

 

[Gene_Kynes]

He nods, gently.
"Fortunately, I was brought up to think of speaking as an art, drawing my words with a flourish, and letting my ideas pass in the longest, most detailed, drawn-out way possible. This...cursed behavior also goes by the name of "Manners". And...I am honored by your compliment, miss."
I could ne'er bring myself to saying "M'lady." Sounds so...false. Anyways. A symbol of occult power meant to keep her from being harmed, a curse to keep those who speak much in few words due to their close friends, or bretheren. The charm cares not if she's alive, dead, or somewhere in between. Hmm.
He nods. "An...odd method of protecting oneself, miss. What about...writing? Do your hands follow the same fate as your tongue, when it comes to communication?"

 

[Kami no Kenshin]

With his meal and cup of hot tea finsihed, departs just as quickly and quietly as he arrived......

 

[Khaira]

Khaira sits as her corner table with her harp and musical sheets as she walks Agudo go. SHe orders another glass of wine and continues to get involved in her work.

 

[Faeryl]

"The spoken word is bad,
In it you can only express the mad.
My voice I know it follows this curse,
But my written word I have not rehearsed.
I know not, my mind travels in circles,
mourning for the souls of my lost comrades,
Their lives end in the never-ending spin.
Have ye parchment and pen,
For all of these I have lost in the den."
She gazes at Gene, a mourning look in her eyes - but the look passes as quickly as it appeared.

 

[Gene_Kynes]

He frowns...faintly.
"I...I see. Are you...capable of telling me your name then, miss?"

He then glances over to Khaira, smiling lightly and giving a wave.

"Miss Khaira...heya! Can I offer you a seat with us, perhaps a drink?"