[Wildwood Music] Clumsy Fingers [Runas, Lucas]

[Lucas Arias]

As Runas said that Seven was a very interesting person, Lucas made a face. It was obvious to all that were watching that he didn’t like to hear that one bit. He wanted Runas to find him interesting, but now he was forced to wonder if she had a weakness for effeminate men. Even though he was short and somewhat skinny, Lucas unfortunately didn’t look like a girl at all. He was relieved when she turned to look at him and adressed him again. Maybe her comment about Seven being interesting had just been some weird kind of joke? „No, it’s not polite“, he agreed. He wanted to make a good impression on the Eypharian, and thus he agreed with her in everything. „And I was talking about lutes, not living beings“, he informed her. „If it doesn’t have a beating heart and doesn’t breathe, it’s a thing. Humans aren’t things. Eypharians aren’t either. And people like Seven aren’t things either. I would very much prefer it if you could call me a human being, Tawna.“ His tone softened a little as well because she had smiled at him. He couldn’t be offended when she smiled. As Seven insisted that his name was only a number in Common, Lucas turned around. „So what does your name mean in your language?“ he wanted to know – and secretly wondered what his name meant in Lhavitian or whatever the halfblood’s language was. Gods, he hoped that it wasn’t an insult! That would really suck! He’d have to change his name! He turned to face Runas again because he liked looking at her better. „Your name isn’t strange at all“, he said to her and gave her the same kind of radiant smile she had just given him. As Runas and Seven started talking about the gods, he began to pluck the strings of his lute because the conversation bored him. He wasn’t particularly interested in religion, apart from three gods. „No, I don’t worship Rhaus“, he informed Seven, and his face turned a little red. „And I’m still better than you. I pray to Tyveth – because I’m going to be a knight – and to Kelwyn, at least sometimes.“ Having said that, he wondered if he should leave now or wait until Runas‘ harp was done so that he could go somewhere with her. Seven was getting on his nerves, but on the other hand he really enjoyed the Eypharian’s company.

[Runas]

Runas felt a twinge of humour. Something that glittered in her emerald eyes darkly. What was this? There was so much testosterone in the room being spilled from these two males that she could probably have created a third if she knew the secret to. What was it about men that made them so territorial? They were like two roosters thrown in a ring together.

"Why don't you think about it, Lucas. You can't feel a drum's pulse until you beat it. You can't here something like a lute or harp speak until you strum it. Just because it doesn't have a skin and bones body and a pumping mass in its chest doesn't mean it's a thing." Gods, did she always sound like a prude? She smirked to herself and looked at Seven as he streaked paint on to her precious harp. She had to give him credit. He was a deligent little person. He worked hard at least, although there was little passion for it. She greatly hoped she wouldn't be required to lecture him on painting as she had done for playing instruments. She was more qualified to speak of painting, as she remembered bits and pieces, but she suspected Seven wouldn't appreciate it. She even felt that he wanted her and Lucas to leave. Perhaps he had taken to annoyance at her presence?

"Viratas..." Such a curious, understandable god to know of. By all technicality, Seven was entitled to pray to the God of Blood, but his blood was polluted due to the lust of his mother for one of a human heritage. Would Viratas accept such a small person as worthy? "He is a mighty god. Very wise. It seems fitting one of your blood should worship him. I hope you do him proud, Seven. I'll pray to Akajia to watch over you for me." Akajia would always prevail over anyone but Leth for her. Secrets. Shadows and secrets. To her they were glorious.

"What day would be fine for you for me to pick up my harp?" She asked Seven now, speaking softly. Maybe he was upset she and Lucas were starting to drift into their own world. It wasn't really her fault, though, at least in her opinion. "I do not wish to inconvenience you any further, dear Seven." Her eyes didn't glitter as maliciously as they usually did. She had to at least pretend to be nice in public, and Seven had earned himself a few chimes of courtesy from an Ethaefal with a habit of looking down at the importance of others in everyday life. She wondered if she should put a few tendrils of djed into manipulating his aura so he would think of her, but that would hardly be nice.

oocSorry for the unsightly delay. ;-;

[Seven Xu]

oocSorry for shortness. Also, apparently Lhavitian is no longer a language (this happened during the thread), so a note to everyone reading that I've swapped any mention of it to Symenos, because that's the only other language Seven knows, heh.

It took a moment for Seven to mull over Lucas’ question in his head. His Symenos was rusty, at best, and he had never actually tried to discover what a word that was a number to a Common speaker meant to a long-limbed cave dweller. The familiar word felt nice on his tongue; it was simple, and he liked it. “It means moon,” he lied, shrugging his shoulders before adding, “I knew a dog named Lucas, once.” He was about as worthy of knighthood as you seem to be, Seven smirked.

The halfblood had no interest in butting into their debate over whether or not inanimate objects had life, or were called things—it seemed as circular as it was rhetorical.

“Blood is blood,” Seven’s eyelids grew heavy as he focused on his painting task, “that is why I respect Him. He does not care if you are Zith, Human, or some walking melting pot of races—so long as you have blood, you are connected to life.” As an afterthought, he added, “I thank you for your prayers.” A streak of silver paint ran down the harp like a single smooth finger. “No inconvenience,” the protest was weak, at best; the woman was of no annoyance to him, but if she left, the squire would have no reason to stay.

“Tomorrow would be fine with me. I can have the painting done by this evening, and allow it to dry over night. Any time you want to come by, I’ll have it ready for you.” Seven’s smile felt unusually hollow behind his pale lips, though outwardly convincing in its sincerity. An awkward canine peeked out from the left side of his mouth, before his lips slackened and his head dropped.

[Templar]

Seven: Guitar: 2 - Observation: 2 - Rhetorics: 3 Lore: Lucas: Seduction: 4 - Observation: 2 - Rhetorics: 4 - Interogation: 1 Lore: Difference between Girly men and girls - Ledger: +1 lute - 7 Mizas Additional notes: Hilarious thread!