As if sensing a long and fantastical story is about to commence, Viatorus settles himself in for the tale about to unfold. He's more than thankful for the chance to control his own dinner portions as now he can appear to have all but finished his small dinner and focus on the important part of the meal. Isidor is a little more balanced in splitting her attention between food and friends, but it's hard for her not to get distracted by the discussion as it unfolds.
"Draenei," she repeats. "Harrow- Peter pointed them out to me before…" She spies her brother giving her a tight lipped look. "What?"
"You need to learn to draw," he says quietly.
"Oh you'll see them too, don't worry," she replies dismissively and turns back to the conversation. It's not long before she wishes she hadn't. She wishes they were talking about anything other than this. Where her brother beams and listens, entranced, she strains to smile and not look rude in continuing to eat. Here and now of all places and times she wanted to be controlled and calm. Instead she finds herself wrestling quietly with emotions she wishes could at least understand. Viatorus glances to her every so often, but she thinks she's hiding it well enough.
"It sounds magical," Viatorus breathes. "And she sounds wonderful. I wish I could have met her too, and seen a village of Draenei."
"Lawrence is right," Isidor says quietly. "They do look a bit like goats. Tall, blue goats. Or blue satyrs with glowing eyes."
Not sure what to make of this, Viatorus turns to the Weatherhills. "Have you met any Draenei?"
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Date: 2017-04-12 10:55 am (UTC)"Draenei," she repeats. "Harrow- Peter pointed them out to me before…" She spies her brother giving her a tight lipped look. "What?"
"You need to learn to draw," he says quietly.
"Oh you'll see them too, don't worry," she replies dismissively and turns back to the conversation. It's not long before she wishes she hadn't. She wishes they were talking about anything other than this. Where her brother beams and listens, entranced, she strains to smile and not look rude in continuing to eat. Here and now of all places and times she wanted to be controlled and calm. Instead she finds herself wrestling quietly with emotions she wishes could at least understand. Viatorus glances to her every so often, but she thinks she's hiding it well enough.
"It sounds magical," Viatorus breathes. "And she sounds wonderful. I wish I could have met her too, and seen a village of Draenei."
"Lawrence is right," Isidor says quietly. "They do look a bit like goats. Tall, blue goats. Or blue satyrs with glowing eyes."
Not sure what to make of this, Viatorus turns to the Weatherhills. "Have you met any Draenei?"