Watching her brother walk away with a man who doesn't seem all that stable makes Isidor's stomach clench, but now is not the time to be the overprotective sister. Pushing down the sick feeling in her stomach, she smiles and turns to the remaining Weatherhill's to help them clear the table and set out dessert.
It feels strange to have a near stranger hold him by the shoulder and talk to him with such familiarity. Then again, Lawrence does resemble Harrowheart a little, in the way he looks and speaks. So perhaps he's not that much of a stranger.
He smiles and nods his thanks at Lawrence's compliment, but tries to look attentive and serious for Lawrence's serious question. It's not one he expected and he blinks a few times. "Oh." He blinks some more and looks away, embarrassment sneaking onto his face. "No, actually. I-I-I feel a little bad, really. I've been so... wrapped up in my own troubles with... um, with, uh, relationships, that I never thought to ask Harrowheart about how he's doing with them. I'm... I'm, um, not very good at asking about that sort of thing anyway," he admits sheepishly.
He looks at Lawrence and then turns his gaze around the room as he thinks. "Dark hair and a powerful mage... I suppose there's my sister and I. There's... also a mage named Felix and his brother... Stra... Stratos, I think? I can't remember. My sister's always been a little better at remembering people's names. I know they're mages, and I think they have dark hair too? I... I can't think of anyone else."
This time there's concern in his eyes when he looks back to Lawrence. "Do you have to give them a message? Like my sister had to give to... to people who... who hoped to be more than friends?"
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Date: 2017-04-14 11:07 pm (UTC)It feels strange to have a near stranger hold him by the shoulder and talk to him with such familiarity. Then again, Lawrence does resemble Harrowheart a little, in the way he looks and speaks. So perhaps he's not that much of a stranger.
He smiles and nods his thanks at Lawrence's compliment, but tries to look attentive and serious for Lawrence's serious question. It's not one he expected and he blinks a few times. "Oh." He blinks some more and looks away, embarrassment sneaking onto his face. "No, actually. I-I-I feel a little bad, really. I've been so... wrapped up in my own troubles with... um, with, uh, relationships, that I never thought to ask Harrowheart about how he's doing with them. I'm... I'm, um, not very good at asking about that sort of thing anyway," he admits sheepishly.
He looks at Lawrence and then turns his gaze around the room as he thinks. "Dark hair and a powerful mage... I suppose there's my sister and I. There's... also a mage named Felix and his brother... Stra... Stratos, I think? I can't remember. My sister's always been a little better at remembering people's names. I know they're mages, and I think they have dark hair too? I... I can't think of anyone else."
This time there's concern in his eyes when he looks back to Lawrence. "Do you have to give them a message? Like my sister had to give to... to people who... who hoped to be more than friends?"