Those former thoughts of peerage and friendship fizzled as another simple nod came in response to his suggestions. It was frustrating sometimes to talk to her. It seemed over the course of the day that no matter how much Pulren tried to keep things light and fresh that Fallon was intent on being very morose. It was most surprising considering the subject of her study. Shouldn't someone researching true love and Cheva be happy about the whole experience? Why was she so guarded about everything? Was life really so terrible? Maybe it was in Sunberth but they had all survived that. It was time for a new life and new possibilities. He rubbed his own temples in tandem.
Part of him wanted to tell her to take a long walk off the pier. Priskil had shown him a new way, though. He had to try to stay positive, to let her know that he was a friend. It seemed, with her words, that she might expect Pulren to leave her to her own devices. He would have none of it. " I had only put things away because I was happy for you, Fallon." He turned the chair around and straddled it, kicking back a little in it and trying to catch her eyes with his own. "It seems strange that you are so withdrawn. Are you alright? In Sunberth, you seemed much more at ease. I know you and Zandelia lost a lot leaving. I'm sorry for that. You aren't alone, though. I'm here. I want to be your friend. In Sunberth, I needed you and I worked for you. Here, I am home. I don't need you. I wanted to come here today because you know a lot but also because you are one of my friends, I thought. We've been through alot of shyke to not at least try to be, no?"
It was a reach for him. It wasn't a stretch; he believed his words and felt them genuine. He just didn't know if she would accept his attempt at friendship, remain stoic and neutral or completely withdraw. He prayed it wouldn't be the third option.
Part of him wanted to tell her to take a long walk off the pier. Priskil had shown him a new way, though. He had to try to stay positive, to let her know that he was a friend. It seemed, with her words, that she might expect Pulren to leave her to her own devices. He would have none of it. " I had only put things away because I was happy for you, Fallon." He turned the chair around and straddled it, kicking back a little in it and trying to catch her eyes with his own. "It seems strange that you are so withdrawn. Are you alright? In Sunberth, you seemed much more at ease. I know you and Zandelia lost a lot leaving. I'm sorry for that. You aren't alone, though. I'm here. I want to be your friend. In Sunberth, I needed you and I worked for you. Here, I am home. I don't need you. I wanted to come here today because you know a lot but also because you are one of my friends, I thought. We've been through alot of shyke to not at least try to be, no?"
It was a reach for him. It wasn't a stretch; he believed his words and felt them genuine. He just didn't know if she would accept his attempt at friendship, remain stoic and neutral or completely withdraw. He prayed it wouldn't be the third option.
