The eighty-third day of winter, 514 AV
Visitors. New ones.
One was an alluring man with horns and a face that glowed beneath Syna's smile like some secret whisper. The other, a sculpted giant with calm, disciplined eyes and a soft smile. The pair had set up their own tents within Endrykas, and Scand had spent the few days he'd known about them day dreaming what the pair might be like and why they where there. Off of appearances alone, they seemed a formidable pair. The slightly taller one appeared a fighter, strong and sure. The other, perhaps a scholar or a something close to it. Either way, he would never be sure until he met them, face to face. He had been thinking of how to go about it, whether he should present himself with a smile and a bow, or sneak about and watch them to learn what he could. He'd opted for the prior, as he found his abilities to remain unseen to be poor enough that he wanted to avoid what embarrassment he could.
He paced, back and fourth, staring at their tent, chewing lightly on his lower lip. He had not seen them return, nor had he seen them leave, but there had been enough time passed from when Syna had awoken to when he'd arrived that it was entirely possible they weren't there at all. He wanted to meet them, but he had nothing to offer. They were new, exciting, and above all, chances still for his future. Each and every time he met a foreign visitor, Scand grew nervous to the point of sweating. And so he sweat then, trying to formulate a plan, a course of action. He didn't know if they spoke Pavi or Common, the latter being something of a struggle for him. It wasn't that no other Drykas spoke it, just that he didn't speak it very well. He could understand the gist of things, though often it one spoke too fast, he was at a loss. He had tried to better himself at it, but his efforts had gotten him very little gains.
Deciding it was unlikely they spoke Pavi in fluency, like most of those who passed through Endrykas, Scand practiced his introduction, his accent pronounced despite his efforts. "Hello, Scand is happy to meeting you." It sounded weird to him. He tried again, taking a few ticks to chew on his lip in thought. "Hello." That part was right. "Scand..." There was another word to refer to himself that wasn't just his name. "We?" Seemed closer. "We is happy to meeting you." Or... He frowned, staring at the tent with a frustrated huff. "We is happy meet you." Scand rolled his eyes, revering to his native tongue to let out a frustrated wave of his arms. "Why is it so difficult to just say: 'It's a pleasure to meet you'?"
Turning from the tent, he crossed his arms, tapping his foot as he stared at the ground. He tried to go over all the different Common phrases he'd heard, his nerves making it difficult. As he did so, he muttered them out under his breath. "This is nice. I like that. You have big hands." He frowned. "How are you?" Oh that was good. Scand turned around, back to the tent with a determined nod. "Hello, Scand. How are you?" He blinked. "Happy meet you." Gods it was hopeless. He was wasting time trying to get it perfect. He was fully aware it would never be perfect, and the best thing for him to do was to just go up and meet them. The question then was swung back around to the initial problem: he wasn't sure if they were in the tent or not.
Pacing once more, Scand tried to think of a way to determine if they were in the tent or not. He could creep up and listen but... He shook his head. Invasions of privacy by a slight young man with a broken language wasn't the best sort of first impression. He supposed he could just wait until one or both of them appeared, though that could be anywhere from the next few ticks to bells upon bells. While it wasn't the most ideal, Scand opted for that option, settling down on a crate to wait for their return or departure, going over the phrase, "How are you?" with a myriad of intonations.
Visitors. New ones.
One was an alluring man with horns and a face that glowed beneath Syna's smile like some secret whisper. The other, a sculpted giant with calm, disciplined eyes and a soft smile. The pair had set up their own tents within Endrykas, and Scand had spent the few days he'd known about them day dreaming what the pair might be like and why they where there. Off of appearances alone, they seemed a formidable pair. The slightly taller one appeared a fighter, strong and sure. The other, perhaps a scholar or a something close to it. Either way, he would never be sure until he met them, face to face. He had been thinking of how to go about it, whether he should present himself with a smile and a bow, or sneak about and watch them to learn what he could. He'd opted for the prior, as he found his abilities to remain unseen to be poor enough that he wanted to avoid what embarrassment he could.
He paced, back and fourth, staring at their tent, chewing lightly on his lower lip. He had not seen them return, nor had he seen them leave, but there had been enough time passed from when Syna had awoken to when he'd arrived that it was entirely possible they weren't there at all. He wanted to meet them, but he had nothing to offer. They were new, exciting, and above all, chances still for his future. Each and every time he met a foreign visitor, Scand grew nervous to the point of sweating. And so he sweat then, trying to formulate a plan, a course of action. He didn't know if they spoke Pavi or Common, the latter being something of a struggle for him. It wasn't that no other Drykas spoke it, just that he didn't speak it very well. He could understand the gist of things, though often it one spoke too fast, he was at a loss. He had tried to better himself at it, but his efforts had gotten him very little gains.
Deciding it was unlikely they spoke Pavi in fluency, like most of those who passed through Endrykas, Scand practiced his introduction, his accent pronounced despite his efforts. "Hello, Scand is happy to meeting you." It sounded weird to him. He tried again, taking a few ticks to chew on his lip in thought. "Hello." That part was right. "Scand..." There was another word to refer to himself that wasn't just his name. "We?" Seemed closer. "We is happy to meeting you." Or... He frowned, staring at the tent with a frustrated huff. "We is happy meet you." Scand rolled his eyes, revering to his native tongue to let out a frustrated wave of his arms. "Why is it so difficult to just say: 'It's a pleasure to meet you'?"
Turning from the tent, he crossed his arms, tapping his foot as he stared at the ground. He tried to go over all the different Common phrases he'd heard, his nerves making it difficult. As he did so, he muttered them out under his breath. "This is nice. I like that. You have big hands." He frowned. "How are you?" Oh that was good. Scand turned around, back to the tent with a determined nod. "Hello, Scand. How are you?" He blinked. "Happy meet you." Gods it was hopeless. He was wasting time trying to get it perfect. He was fully aware it would never be perfect, and the best thing for him to do was to just go up and meet them. The question then was swung back around to the initial problem: he wasn't sure if they were in the tent or not.
Pacing once more, Scand tried to think of a way to determine if they were in the tent or not. He could creep up and listen but... He shook his head. Invasions of privacy by a slight young man with a broken language wasn't the best sort of first impression. He supposed he could just wait until one or both of them appeared, though that could be anywhere from the next few ticks to bells upon bells. While it wasn't the most ideal, Scand opted for that option, settling down on a crate to wait for their return or departure, going over the phrase, "How are you?" with a myriad of intonations.
