A snapshot of a night in Rhy'Din.
[04:24:38] NorseLady: ::Keen gaze meets his eyes, and she stares hard at him ... deciding if he truly meant the apology or not::
[04:25:50] JolieWilde: ::Wee Jolie peeked her head through the curtains of an upstairs room at the sky outside. She's sleepy faced, sleepmussed of hair, yawning and stretching and rubbing her eyes. Then she breaks away and todders along the floor, yellow tunic breezing against her frame as she turns the handle and begins a drifting flight of feet down the hallway, to the faded glow of the inn below::
[04:26:00] VonZrucker: ::Certainly seemed that way, anyhow. He went from Talky McTalkerson to snubbed student in a blink::
[04:26:33] NorseLady: ::Once her decision is made, says:: Very well then. I accept your apology. Do not let it happen again, Bjorne.
[04:27:42] VonZrucker: Good then.
[04:28:09] VonZrucker: ::He dusts at his shirt... feeling a little misplaced, and clears his throat::
[04:28:16] JolieWilde: ::Sticking to the very side of the staircase, where bannister gives way to wall, her shadow leaning out ahead of her in faint landing lighting, she makes her way down to the commons, head bowed as she peers with a squint where the ceiling fell to the open::
[04:28:17] VonZrucker: So, then..
[04:30:18] NorseLady: ::Uncrosses her arms and places her gloved hands upon the porch railing. Glances out into the darkness, checking the area:: (s) So then hva?
[04:30:27] Zelda and Navi: :: Eyes move to the new girl and a wave given. The little fae flutters over to give the girl a proper inspection.:: <Navi.> Hello.
[04:30:53] VonZrucker: I think.. eh.
[04:32:27] VonZrucker: ::He bows:: I think I will call this good night, Shylah.
[04:32:35] JolieWilde: ::Bending away until shoulderblades grazed said wall, she shies away from the scrutiny of the face, frowning as only a child can, animatedly and with vicious fear of being harmed, twiggy wrists hiding behind her lower back to grip the railing. She is frozen, rigid, neck askew at an angle as she shakes her head::
[04:32:38] VonZrucker: I feel akward now.
[04:32:58] NorseLady: ::Arching of one eyebrow as she turns her gaze upon him:: Hvorfor?
[04:33:04] JolieWilde: fae^
[04:33:34] VonZrucker: ::He shrugs:: I do not know. Hard to describe. I am not normally the type to apologize.
[04:33:48] Zelda and Navi: :: The tiny blue girl frowns some and shakes her head.:: Dont worry i am not going to harm you. My name is Navi.
[04:34:00] NorseLady: ::Smiles:: Well na, there always be a first time for e'erything, Bjorne.
[04:34:54] VonZrucker: ::He turns::
[04:34:59] VonZrucker: Indeed.
[04:35:09] NorseLady: And tis true hva you said a bit ago ... you do not know me that well.
[04:35:11] VonZrucker: Indeed, you are right. But I will not make habit of it.
[04:35:34] NorseLady: Not make a habit of hva?
[04:35:35] VonZrucker: Well, I would certainly like to know you better.
[04:36:09] VonZrucker: Apologizing. I am not normally in situations where an apology is needed.
[04:36:34] JolieWilde: ::Her wan face growns solemn in the eerie delicacy of her. Hurries down to the main floor, where chairs and tables were allie, and she traces footsteps of remembered pattern behind a set of two, and shrinks down behind it, bending, leg out, for running, and then she quickly, lightly on her feet, climbs onto a bar stool and looking over to the drinks::
[04:36:53] NorseLady: Be you sure you wish to know me better? ::Chuckles:: Hva you experienced this natt be not my full anger. ::The truth being told::
[04:37:23] VonZrucker: ::He gives her that crooked grin:: It takes a lot to get me angry.
[04:37:50] Zelda and Navi: :: Slowly the hylian rises and moves behind the bar. The little fae fluttering over and landing upon green cloth.:: <Navi.> What ould you like to drink?
[04:38:15] NorseLady: Truly na. Be that a challenge? ::Wolfish smile forms::
[04:38:57] JolieWilde: ::She watches, stiffly, eyelids falling for a moment to not cover her eyes but change her expression; she is tentative:: "A pink lemonade!", it is chimed, soft and direct::
[04:39:26] JolieWilde: ::Ohhhhh, she loved red cordial::
[04:39:30] NorseLady: ::Smile held as she continues:: Methinks you should know something, Bjorne. Do you wish to hear hva I have to say about apologizing?
[04:39:53] VonZrucker: Yes.
[04:40:55] NorseLady: ::Tells him her thoughts:: If you do not wish to make a habit of apologizing to me, then do not put yourself into the position of having to do so. If you e'er be going to accuse me of something again ... make sure you can prove it.
[04:41:20] VonZrucker: Very well.
[04:41:26] VonZrucker: ::He nods::
[04:41:27] Zelda and Navi: :: He nodded and slowly moved to the icebox. Opening it up a bottle of tropicana was pulled. Cap twisted off and a glass was filled wit hice. Pouring the drink into the glass, and setting it before her.:: <Navi.> Here you are. Now.. can we have your name?
[04:41:39] VonZrucker: Perhaps I will see you soon. For now I must go.
[04:41:39] NorseLady: ::Dimples appear:: Na we understand each other, ja?
[04:41:55] VonZrucker: ::He bows again, then turns:: We do, indeed.
[04:42:06] NorseLady: Farvel for na, Bjorne.
[04:42:16] VonZrucker: Getakka, no'jerr. And good evening.
[04:42:32] NorseLady: ::Gloved hand lifts in the departing::
[04:42:33] VonZrucker: ::He moved to his horse, mounted and rode off::
[04:42:59] JolieWilde: ::Silently she is, but her dainty hand reaching for the glass. She steers it over to herself, and then, as though she had considered something, looks across to Navi and shakes her head a few times, pursing her lips, frowning again, and then taking a large sip, more of a gulp really::
[04:43:17] NorseLady: ::Once he has ridden off, the female Viking moves down the steps to cobblestones and heads Northward, into the forest::
[04:43:57] JolieWilde: (that night was OOC)
[04:44:34] JolieWilde: ::She gives away her details to the Russian Mafia, but not a fairy; how curious!::
[04:46:37] Zelda and Navi: :: Link just shrugged and looked over to navi.:: Well she is shy isn't she?
[04:47:56] JolieWilde: ::Shy was something the rapscallion would have argued, had she been willing to speak. Maybe it was a game for her, like hide and seek with words, or maybe it was just the wrong question to ask the tired girl? Most likely it was knowledge that came with growing up a little over the last few months::
[04:48:37] JolieWilde: ::Jolie tucks her legs up under herself and looks to the kitchen door; if a child demonstrated a look of longing, she did right then::
[04:50:21] Zelda and Navi: You hungry? :: Eyes move to the lil girl, and then to link.::
[04:51:32] JolieWilde: ::Poking a finger into her glass she churns the bright fuschia soda till its is whirling, ice tinkling in its glassy way:: "Yes", her eyebrows rise and crinkle as she looks to Link, speculatingly, and then to the fairy::
[04:55:23] Zelda and Navi: <Navi.> ::Looks to link.:: Well i guess you will have to make sandwhiches. i sure cant do it. ::Link nods and gives a one moment finger with a gloved hand. Moving off into the kitchen, and then after much time comes out with a few peanut butter and jelly sandwhiches. Setting a pair infront of the young girl and lifting up one for himself. Taking a bite.::
[04:56:46] JolieWilde: ::Swallowing, hunger rife in her belly, a hand falls to her stomach presses it. She is ribby and lean:: "Is it jelly?", she scrunches up her face, curious, tilting her head, and reaching for one, as though an answer didn't matter. She bites into it and chews till there are only crumbs, and a giddy, toothy smile::
[04:59:25] Zelda and Navi: <Navi.> See. we are nice people. ::Pats link.::
Sometime later, alone, she falls asleep...
08:18:42] JolieWilde: ::Awakening, she crawls up onto her knees and hangs a leg from her stool, turning with a squint to face the door. Her lips and fingers were sticking together from the soda, and her mouth was dry. The door was near open, and it's there she watches::
[08:20:28] JolieWilde: ::Silvery hair is blown from her forehead by draught and a drift of fingertips over the cheekbone beckons frail strands away.
Jolie awoke on a quiet night, evenings later, so quiet that the wind could be mistaken for the ocean and it made her feel suspense, one that lived in the small of her back and the top of her pelvis, not quiet butterflies, but a river within, a feeling of mounting, intrigue. She could not manufacture what she felt out of nothing, play pretend she had not played, not so lucky, or of the luxury. Instead she was visceral, touching broken twigs and making friends with pebbles. Dilapidated greenhouse, shattered glass, careful feet, but she returned to sleep, adventures to wait.
In her sleep she saw seahorses and that tall stranger with that gift, of ocean glimpse on wood. She smiles in her sleep.