Took Dest to the ball to try an see if I couldn’t get her back some since I wasn’t really feeling Lance when I tried. She’s been far too quiet on me. (Both of the kids have really.) She got a chance to catch up with her soul sister, Chee. An danced with a very nice lady she got paired with in the dance roulette. As well as I seen a few more familiar faces. ❤
@cheetah-smith-ffxiv @cyrillien @lavendernest @liodesmond @wowiedima
Lance
laughed softly at the reactions from the crows over a bit of bread. He
broke down the rest of the knight’s bread as he offered some to the rest
who had not been as curious as the first.“Manners were important to play the games among the upper class. Yet
the modesty is something I learned from the men I served with over the
years. Especially at Steel Vigil.” There was a hint of sorrow in those
sky blue eyes before it was quickly gone again. Hidden behind a warm
smile once more. “Besides for me honor is more important then pride.
Something many have seemed to have lost over the years. That a knight is
supposed to protect those that can not protect themselves. Not cause
them further harm.”His eyes widen a moment before he offers her a sheepish smile. “Not
saying you can not protect yourself of course. I meant… Never mind. I
should probably stop before I dig myself deeper shouldn’t I?”She studied him carefully as he spoke and her eyes filled with amusement when he apologized towards the end. It was all within his words. He was an earnest man, taking pride as a knight…perhaps a bit too much? How to describe such a person? Not zealous…passionate maybe? He was quite proud of his duty, and yet such a person can easily be manipulated in multiple ways.
And not by the usual methods one would think.
But there was no use thinking about it, so she simply laughed and stood up. As she did the crows would look towards her and take off into the skies, and Svanielle would simply walk past him and gently pat his shoulder.
“All in the knight’s duty, wouldn’t you say Ser Lancefer?“
Lance relaxed a little when she laughed. Laughter meant she wasn’t offended. He still remembered the lecture one young woman had given him in the past over some of his behavior. Especially when it came to woman who could protect themselves despite their looks.
“Of course.” He gave her a sweeping bow and a confident smile at that. A bit over the top maybe but he found he didn’t mind being amusement for her. He liked hearing her laughter. “You are welcome to call me Lance though. Most do.”
Lance cast a glance at the sound of rustling off in a bush to his left. Unsure if it was one of Svan’s crow friends or some other form of wildlife, Lance kept one hand near his sword just in case but didn’t draw it. Carefully he parted the bush to find a small owlet with an arrow through one wing. Apparently their voices and the sounds of the crows had awoken the small critter as it still seemed half dazed. He was glad for having his heavy gloves on as he reached down to carefully pick up the owlet who let out a slight panicked screech.
“Easy there.” He could have put the poor thing out of it’s misery but he didn’t think Svan would approve very much. Not when she had so many crows for friends. He carefully snapped the arrow to better remove it as the owlet weakly bit at his gloved hands. He turned to look towards Svan after dropping the arrow into the snow. “You wouldn’t happen to be good at dealing with hurt wings would you? Seems some careless hunter or adventurer caught this little guy.”
Well
that was unexpected. Though he had to agree that they seemed to be
rather sociable. He looked down as one pecked at the armor on his leg to
get his attention. He rooted through his pack and found a bit of
knight’s bread he usually kept on hand. Never knowing how long he might
be out and about rather then near civilization. Always handy to keep at
least a roll of the bread on him.Lance crouched down and broke off a small piece and offered it up to
the curious crow, not even sure if they ate bread. “Hey there friend.
I’m Lancefer Aurifore. I work as a knight for House Haillenarte.” He
didn’t really feel that silly talking to a bird. Maybe just a little but
some animals were very intelligent creatures. So it was not really
totally strange to think they might actually understand him.“My duty is about all I am good at. I’m not the heir of my household.
I’m not much for the merchant business. Though I am the eldest of the
children. I don’t mind. At least I am good at something.”The crow’s mannerisms changed when Lance spoke to her as well as turning her attentions to the bread hungrily. A few more cautious steps towards the knight’s hand and she snatched the bread piece away from him before setting it down to feast on it. Svanielle was watching, and she couldn’t help but smile a little as a few other birds inched closer, some of them off to pick at the rewarded crow for a taste of the bread.
“Looks like they’re quite shocked that you’re so well mannered compared to the others…a knight of the House High then? So modest…not to say that others do not think the same way as you do, but it is rare for anyone to admit their limits in society for the sake of their pride.“
Lance laughed softly at the reactions from the crows over a bit of bread. He broke down the rest of the knight’s bread as he offered some to the rest who had not been as curious as the first.
“Manners were important to play the games among the upper class. Yet the modesty is something I learned from the men I served with over the years. Especially at Steel Vigil.” There was a hint of sorrow in those sky blue eyes before it was quickly gone again. Hidden behind a warm smile once more. “Besides for me honor is more important then pride. Something many have seemed to have lost over the years. That a knight is supposed to protect those that can not protect themselves. Not cause them further harm.”
His eyes widen a moment before he offers her a sheepish smile. “Not saying you can not protect yourself of course. I meant… Never mind. I should probably stop before I dig myself deeper shouldn’t I?”
So
many crows. He blinked in surprise and tried not to be alarmed. The
birds actually had seemed to be enjoying themselves in the snow. Not to
mention the fact that Svan did not seem the least bit worried about
their presence. If they were not harming anything there was no real
reason for alarm. Not that their gazes in his direction were
comfortable. It was like being the center of attention in a crowded
room.Well if that was how it would be… He could easily pretend this was a
crowded room with a bunch of other upper class people staring him down.
Simply ignore them and let them have their fun. They weren’t hurting
anything by staring. His gaze went to Svan and he grinned as he caught
his breath for the moment.“I work out pretty regularly.” He said as he was careful not to kick
or step on any of the crows as he made his way over to where Svan was
removing some sprigs with delicate precision. “You seemed to have
attracted quite the audience too. Friends of yours?” He meant it in jest
mostly since he didn’t know how true those words would end up being. “I
can help if you wish or at the very least stand guard while you work.
Would allow you to work without worry anyways.”The crows would sidestep out of the knight’s way, others would ignore him, or stare at this strange man that the Tall Sister was suddenly familiar with. Svanielle would look about at the black peppering the snow terrain with a serene gaze.
“As expected of a knight, you really are devoted to your duty…..I guess you can say they are friends, the closest friends I ever had in my lifetime. Don’t worry about them they won’t hurt you…or rather most of them won’t. As long as you behave they have no reason to attack…you’re more than welcome to do what you wish, perhaps maybe introduce yourself to them?”
She would pause to inspect the bush, opting to find another area to pick. It was then one of the crows would walk up to Lancer and peck at his armored leg with curiosity. A few others started approaching closer, but keeping their distance. Svanielle would simply speak up without looking away from her work.
“They are quite social.“
Well that was unexpected. Though he had to agree that they seemed to be rather sociable. He looked down as one pecked at the armor on his leg to get his attention. He rooted through his pack and found a bit of knight’s bread he usually kept on hand. Never knowing how long he might be out and about rather then near civilization. Always handy to keep at least a roll of the bread on him.
Lance crouched down and broke off a small piece and offered it up to the curious crow, not even sure if they ate bread. “Hey there friend. I’m Lancefer Aurifore. I work as a knight for House Haillenarte.” He didn’t really feel that silly talking to a bird. Maybe just a little but some animals were very intelligent creatures. So it was not really totally strange to think they might actually understand him.
“My duty is about all I am good at. I’m not the heir of my household. I’m not much for the merchant business. Though I am the eldest of the children. I don’t mind. At least I am good at something.”
Lance was ready now to take back what he had said about her not being crazy as she propelled herself forward with a bit of magic. Granted it was a good kind of crazy. The kind that was often more fun then actually crazy. He laughed as he watched her getting away from him much easier now with the magical assistance.
He moved to sprint to try an not to lose her completely. Granted sprinting in armor was tiring but he was determined to keep at least from losing too badly. Though his sprint did slow a moment as he passed that deepeye in the snow. Those little feet kicking in the air. If he had had the breath to laugh right then instead of keeping up, he would have. It was a funny sight to see. He would at the very least have a story to tell someone later at the very least. For now he needed to try to catch up some even if he would never catch her with magic to help her. At times like now he wished he had been trained with some magic skill.
By the time the knight had reached her there was quite a gathering. Blots of ink speckling white as crows wandered about and rolled around in the powdery snow. In the midst of it all Svanielle was crouching down near one of the sparse bushes, delicately removing fresh green sprigs and slipping them into her satchel.
A crow would look to Lance before calling out and alerting the other blackbirds to raise their heads. This also prompted the woman to turn to him with a bright smile.
“Oh, you actually caught up! I’ll to admit Ser I never had a knight last for that long.”
So many crows. He blinked in surprise and tried not to be alarmed. The birds actually had seemed to be enjoying themselves in the snow. Not to mention the fact that Svan did not seem the least bit worried about their presence. If they were not harming anything there was no real reason for alarm. Not that their gazes in his direction were comfortable. It was like being the center of attention in a crowded room.
Well if that was how it would be… He could easily pretend this was a crowded room with a bunch of other upper class people staring him down. Simply ignore them and let them have their fun. They weren’t hurting anything by staring. His gaze went to Svan and he grinned as he caught his breath for the moment.
“I work out pretty regularly.” He said as he was careful not to kick or step on any of the crows as he made his way over to where Svan was removing some sprigs with delicate precision. “You seemed to have attracted quite the audience too. Friends of yours?” He meant it in jest mostly since he didn’t know how true those words would end up being. “I can help if you wish or at the very least stand guard while you work. Would allow you to work without worry anyways.”
(Cause I just had to take these and post them though they are clearly ooc. They were too adorable not to. Especially that one in the Sea of Clouds. Best picture! @lavendernest )
A Crow and Knight ½
(( Ran into @nebula1984 and did a small shoot with one of her precious beans ))
((Aw look at these two adorable kids. 😀 Was a pleasure taking pics with you last night. I’ll share the ones I took once I get them from my PS4 to the laptop.))
“Oh
so it is like that is it?” Lance chuckled as he watched Svan swiftly
descend. He was almost glad that he was rarely lax in training. If she
thought he might not be able to keep up he was ready to prove her wrong.Lance followed suit down the steps, catching up with Svan. He matched
his pace to hers with a grin that was almost taunting. As if to ask was
this the best she could do. He figured if she tried she could probably
out pace him in his usual armor. But it seemed she was being
considerate. That was something that amused him.“I seem to be keeping up just fine so far. I’m not one to sit around
Skyfire on my backside all day. I have every intention of helping
restore the Haillenarte name. Which means training daily.” He commented
as he kept pace. His eyes were bright with the enjoyment this day was
proving to be. He had expected another cold day of dull work. Instead he
found a potential friend. Potential being the keyword as he still took a
bit of time to trust anyone at that level after past incidents. “I
still think you are not crazy though.”Her smile grew wider as at the knight’s enthusiasm. She didn’t know why she was acting like this, perhaps it was the excitement of finding a person like him. It has been a while since she had seen someone so positive without drowning themselves in ale first. And it was that excitement that prompted her to perform her next action: wind magic gathered around at her feet and with a burst of wind she propelled forward, a flurry of snow flew into the air as she did, and her laughter carried along with the wind.
As she flew forward the force would knock over a wandering deepeye, it fell face first into the snow with its feet kicking. Her figure would shrink with distance, and it seems as she flew a flock of blackbirds followed after her.
Lance was ready now to take back what he had said about her not being crazy as she propelled herself forward with a bit of magic. Granted it was a good kind of crazy. The kind that was often more fun then actually crazy. He laughed as he watched her getting away from him much easier now with the magical assistance.
He moved to sprint to try an not to lose her completely. Granted sprinting in armor was tiring but he was determined to keep at least from losing too badly. Though his sprint did slow a moment as he passed that deepeye in the snow. Those little feet kicking in the air. If he had had the breath to laugh right then instead of keeping up, he would have. It was a funny sight to see. He would at the very least have a story to tell someone later at the very least. For now he needed to try to catch up some even if he would never catch her with magic to help her. At times like now he wished he had been trained with some magic skill.
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