SilverFlight
Tende altum, volare altius
"The sun is beautiful true." Pyrrhus replied, "however I can't help but miss the stars..."
When Quinn began speaking of Sumenna and detailing the cities he listened eagerly, the wonder painted clearly in his blue eyes.
"It sounds like the bustle of the cities has captured your heart." He observed with a smile. "I can't wait to see them."
He thought about her question for a moment.
"Most large settlements are like Delan, but if you think that is small, then your cities must be more like Myst, the capital city of Cyndara. Now that really is filled to the brim with people. The markets are absolutely teaming with everything you could imagine, and it boasts the largest and most beautiful temple dedicated to our goddess. I've had the pleasure of performing in Myst on several occasions. There are theaters with seats raised almost to the tree tops!"
His eyes brightened as an idea alighted in his thoughts. "If there are any plays in Brynson we must go and see one! We'd have to convince Iolas of course, going without him might put my cover in jeopardy, but I'm sure we could manage that between us."
He looked down at her, putting on a hopeful expression. "Would you like to see a play with me?"
Yatasal
mentioned: LazyDaze
Desrick started when Azaria's steps sounded behind him. His hand went instantly to the haft of his axe, but he relaxed again when he saw her. He took the map with a nod of thanks.
"That is very valuable information. I'm sure we'll need it." He put the map carefully away.
"What can you tell me about Brynson? Ora described it as a human city."
Desrick turned and walked with a slow amble back to the fire. He had anticipated that his Cyndaran teammates might need time adjusting to the new environment. He knew it might make some uncomfortable and wanted to make sure they were coping.
"Trileon." He said her name to get her attention up from sharpening arrows. "Thank you for fetching the wood. How are you faring?"
Zazz mothspit
When Quinn began speaking of Sumenna and detailing the cities he listened eagerly, the wonder painted clearly in his blue eyes.
"It sounds like the bustle of the cities has captured your heart." He observed with a smile. "I can't wait to see them."
He thought about her question for a moment.
"Most large settlements are like Delan, but if you think that is small, then your cities must be more like Myst, the capital city of Cyndara. Now that really is filled to the brim with people. The markets are absolutely teaming with everything you could imagine, and it boasts the largest and most beautiful temple dedicated to our goddess. I've had the pleasure of performing in Myst on several occasions. There are theaters with seats raised almost to the tree tops!"
His eyes brightened as an idea alighted in his thoughts. "If there are any plays in Brynson we must go and see one! We'd have to convince Iolas of course, going without him might put my cover in jeopardy, but I'm sure we could manage that between us."
He looked down at her, putting on a hopeful expression. "Would you like to see a play with me?"
Yatasal
mentioned: LazyDaze
Desrick started when Azaria's steps sounded behind him. His hand went instantly to the haft of his axe, but he relaxed again when he saw her. He took the map with a nod of thanks.
"That is very valuable information. I'm sure we'll need it." He put the map carefully away.
"What can you tell me about Brynson? Ora described it as a human city."
Desrick turned and walked with a slow amble back to the fire. He had anticipated that his Cyndaran teammates might need time adjusting to the new environment. He knew it might make some uncomfortable and wanted to make sure they were coping.
"Trileon." He said her name to get her attention up from sharpening arrows. "Thank you for fetching the wood. How are you faring?"
Zazz mothspit