|
|
Post by taliesin on Jan 23, 2006 17:54:57 GMT -5
Once again Taliesin walked into the dusty tavern, it wasn’t as empty as yesterday. He grinned proudly as nodding his head to the barkeeper in greeting. He felt like a real regular and maybe a little like a bum.
“How’s it going?” He mentioned to most of the people as passing them, most of them hadn’t a clue of who he was but it didn’t seem to bother him. Sitting down at a empty table he started wondering about what this Cham-paign would be like. Watching a near by fly buzz around all the different tenants heads and they trying to swat them away seem highly amusing for some reason it was the first time to realized that flies actually must have quite a sense of humor. The buzz around people all day landing on shoulders getting swatted so land somewhere else and causing a buzzing of the ears… feeling as if he had discovered one of nature’s mystiques he imagined himself as a fly saying ‘I’m here, missed, I’m here, no I’m not” in a squeaky voice. Chuckling to himself in till a fly started his joke of him, but this time Taliesin was ready and ruined the fly’s fun by staying still.
“Take that, yea I know all about you”
|
|
|
|
Post by Nathaniel Siparti on Jan 23, 2006 19:31:42 GMT -5
Nathaniel smirked, taking the seat opposite. "Having fun with the fly I presume. Here," he laid two thin glasses on the rough wooden table cloth, and producing a champagne bottle with his other hand, proceedin to pour them both a fill."So. You are still free I take it?"
|
|
|
|
Post by taliesin on Jan 24, 2006 0:44:56 GMT -5
“Yep as free as a bird” Taliesin smirked. “My old man never can catch me”
Watching the champagne he was mesmerized by the bubbles and how clear it looked it was so different from the usual stuff that can be bought in the tavern.
“What is this stuff, it’s as if almost water with bubbles, how much do I owe you?” he felt a small twinge of guilt at not paying anything for such a drink. He was a little weary drinking such a drink of finery and the feeling a bubbles bursting in his mouth tickled his tongue.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nathaniel Siparti on Jan 24, 2006 1:07:01 GMT -5
Nathaniel laughed arily. "Nothing my new friend. Its Dom Perignon champagne. Not the best," he too a sip, "So don't bother paying me. I like to treat my friends." he held up one hand in humourous gesture, "Not," he said teasingly, "That I am trying to buy your friendship with money."
|
|
|
|
Post by taliesin on Jan 24, 2006 3:03:54 GMT -5
((occ: Ever heard of the guy who sold his friendship (it would last 6 months) over ebay… there was also one who sold an air guitar))
Taliesin laughed.
“For an elf you are have quite a sense humor but I dare say to sell my friendship wouldn’t be a bad idea maybe I’ll be able to start up a business” He joked as finishing his drink off and filling it again.
“Top up, so where is it you come from, what’s your story?” He asked as filling Nathaniel’s glass.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nathaniel Siparti on Jan 25, 2006 22:09:12 GMT -5
Nathaniel didn't answer. That was answer enough. He may have seemed an honest and trusting person, he was not reckless. And he did not tell everyone his life story, anywhere. He took a sip.
"Why not tell me yours first?" he inquired a strange smile on his face.
|
|
|
|
Post by taliesin on Jan 29, 2006 18:44:45 GMT -5
Taliesin grinned seeming unaware of the silence of his new friend.
“Not much to tell, my great grandpa came from the old country…. Yet no one will tell me where the old country is…. Anyway, he started the very shoe shop in which I am tortured that had my grandpa and father it’s an eldest child hand me down…. To bad it isn’t wanted and it seems that time stands still in that place… other than that I’ve collected enough gold coins to start my training at the barracks, I’ve already been practicing” He said proudly, his history was such a typical story of those merchant sons that he had nothing to hide and no reason to be secretive so could only barely understand why others would have secrets.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nathaniel Siparti on Feb 1, 2006 2:10:48 GMT -5
Nathaniel drank his champagne slowly, listening to his tale.
"Yes...you have a happy family history," he said, after Taliesin had finished. But he did not offer his own. Maybe when he got to know this lad a bit better...say...a few years.
He smiled inwardly to himself. "So. What arts of the field are you most...good at?" he asked.
|
|
|
|
Post by taliesin on Feb 1, 2006 3:04:34 GMT -5
Taliesin looked up from studying his drink.
“Good at… um, I’m a hero in training. I’m equal with all weapons” He smiled not knowing what else to say.
“I might try to become either a Master Bowman or a knight…. But not yet sure, what do you do?”
|
|
|
|
Post by Nathaniel Siparti on Feb 1, 2006 3:08:19 GMT -5
"Well..." he started, then semed to think about his answer. "I'm a mage actually. My sister managed to goad me somewhat into this path of life. And I"m still not sure why I chose it..." he trailed off and too yet another sip of champagne. He was obviously used to this stuff. "I used to study field arts like all our kind. We take a talent to them, really. Just an average thing. I'm a archman of some sorts and I do know sword play..." he trailed off again, thinking. "But i'm no skilled master," he added.
|
|
|
|
Post by taliesin on Feb 1, 2006 4:49:05 GMT -5
“Well your bound to be better than me “Taliesin grinned while pouring another glass, he wasn’t exactly skilled in the art of drinking anymore than anything else. Then a brilliant idea struck him.
“Would you teach me the basics, come on, anything is better than the way I’m going… I train on a farm horse and a wooden sword.” He laughed as begging. He didn’t really know if this would work because he could understand why such a man wouldn’t want a sixteen year old to cramp his style.
|
|
|
|
Post by Nathaniel Siparti on Feb 1, 2006 17:10:15 GMT -5
Nathaniel looked taken a back. "Really? I'm not a fieldsmen you must understand. But I could lend you a sword. I have quiet a few actually..." he drained his glass elegantly and put it with a gesture of finality beside the stll half full bottle of don perignon. "Well." he said, examinging his own hands for non existant dirt. "We could have some fun. When do you want to start?"
|
|
|
|
Post by taliesin on Feb 1, 2006 19:44:24 GMT -5
“I’m free any time, I’ll just escape from the prision house and then I can come out and play” Taliesin grinned back the alcohol was starting to go to his head and made him feel a little groggy.
“But I should be getting home soon, me ma needs to be awake so she can prevent me pa boxing my ears in… I like her excuse of boys will be boys… or remember when you were young and you use to do such and such” He laughed as standing. “So what about next weekend… I might be grounded so I’ll lay low for a few days first.”
|
|
|
|
Post by Nathaniel Siparti on Feb 1, 2006 19:45:46 GMT -5
Nathaniel shrugged, and stood up also. "I'm a free man. Anytime you wish. Here again? Or maybe somewhere...wild?" he laughed and waved his had. THe glasses and wine bottle disappeared.
|
|
