by Zevlin on November 2nd, 2011, 10:04 am
Zevlin felt a tight smile pull on to his lips as Alric jumped right into a long and lengthy tale. You could always count on the man to take a simple answer and spin it into an epic the storytellers and bards could sing for years; had they been on topics others would have found interesting. Still, he listened as the other went on telling his story of social ineptness. That caused the red-head to raise a brow in surprise. Someone with such a gift for speaking fluidly had been shy at one point? It was hard to picture, an Alric who had to use hypnotism to gain attention from others.
Though, that was something Zevlin could somewhat relate to. Back in Wind-Reach, there were so many people, all of whom screamed as loud as they could for attention. The more attention one gains, the easier it was to climb the caste ladder. Unless you were a Dek; in that case attention usually wasn't a good thing. The inarta had always disliked having to fight with a thousand other souls for his voice to be heard. While he wasn't aware of it himself, Zevlin was an attention whore, and absolutely hated it when he was challenged by someone just as loud. Maybe that was why he liked Alric; the man seemed generally interested in him, even if it was just to understand the culture.
It annoyed the inarta to see that while Alric was giving his question thought, and answering truthfully (most likely), his attentions were divided. He was searching for something, and not truly focusing on his companion. As annoying as it was, Zevlin understood that Alric had come to the temple for his own motives, and not just to lead him on a free tour. So he ignored his feelings as best he could, though the dread of Alric finding what he was looking for, and subsequently leaving him alone, sat heavy in the back of his mind. He nearly missed his companion's words as the other asked a question of him, focusing his eyes on the dark haired male. His easy smile slid back into place, shaking his head. "If I think of something to ask, I shall speak." he assured the other.
Though it didn't show on his face, Zevlin was truly happy that Alric had asked about him; even if he wasn't sure what to tell the other. "I'm not sure what you would like to hear. I'm not learned in magic, as you are." He admitted, a frown crossing his features. "I've never understood magic, I can't make sense of it and that lack of knowledge," He paused, trying to think of the proper common word. "...it frightens me." His gaze drifted away from Alric, pensive and unsettled. "I don't know how to, er... counter! I don't know how to counter such a thing, so if I met someone who wished me harm with magic, I would fall easily..."