"Weeeeeell...if they don't make much sense as notes, and you don't have them here, maaaaaybe you could tell me one of your stories?" she suggested surreptitiously.
How could she resist? This journey was packed with Heroes, many of whom had experienced fantastic adventures without anyone around to keep a record of it. She had to know more. And she always did love a good story.
Then he found her notes about Vincent, and she ducked her head with an embarrassed chuckle. "Yeah, um...I kind of just...asked him straight out. I was relieved by his answer." Vincent turned out to be pretty nice, so she was glad she'd been forthright with her questions. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to rub self-consciously at her neck at the very mention of vampires. Seriously, one of the scariest stories she'd ever heard another bard tell.
When the tea arrived, Rialynn perked up, her eyes widening. "Wow...how pretty...!" She tipped slightly to the side to get a better look. "Would you mind if I tried a little? You can have some of mine." She'd opted for the juice, since she hadn't seen any fruits since they came here. So what kind of juice would it be? It was a mystery indeed.
Then the glass was placed before her. The liquid was a lemon color and opaque, with bits of pulp floating in it. Tentatively she lifted it to her nose to get a sniff. Sweet, with a hint of tartness. She offered it to Jack so he could get a taste before she began to drink.
"Mm hm, I heard about that. The kind I did was a little more on the mundane side. No magic," she shook her head. "But if you're maxed out, you must be really good at it! What kind of songs do you know?" And would he teach her any of them? That was the next question.
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How could she resist? This journey was packed with Heroes, many of whom had experienced fantastic adventures without anyone around to keep a record of it. She had to know more. And she always did love a good story.
Then he found her notes about Vincent, and she ducked her head with an embarrassed chuckle. "Yeah, um...I kind of just...asked him straight out. I was relieved by his answer." Vincent turned out to be pretty nice, so she was glad she'd been forthright with her questions. It took every ounce of willpower she had not to rub self-consciously at her neck at the very mention of vampires. Seriously, one of the scariest stories she'd ever heard another bard tell.
When the tea arrived, Rialynn perked up, her eyes widening. "Wow...how pretty...!" She tipped slightly to the side to get a better look. "Would you mind if I tried a little? You can have some of mine." She'd opted for the juice, since she hadn't seen any fruits since they came here. So what kind of juice would it be? It was a mystery indeed.
Then the glass was placed before her. The liquid was a lemon color and opaque, with bits of pulp floating in it. Tentatively she lifted it to her nose to get a sniff. Sweet, with a hint of tartness. She offered it to Jack so he could get a taste before she began to drink.
"Mm hm, I heard about that. The kind I did was a little more on the mundane side. No magic," she shook her head. "But if you're maxed out, you must be really good at it! What kind of songs do you know?" And would he teach her any of them? That was the next question.