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| Lir | Mar 16 2009, 01:46 AM |
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It seemed it would be a night of odd sensations. Too long had the old Ocean Lord gone without hearing the soft peals of laughter from a female let alone one that was directed at him. Though the truth be told it had been some time since he had even made a joke as well. It would seem that the time away from the Sithen and spent searching the world had been good for him in the slightest. While many fey would have balked or been outraged to be forced out and sent on what many would feel to be an impossible task knowing the wayward princess turned out to be a blessing. The queen always did work in a mysterious way was all of this planned out? He shook his head almost imperceptibly as he shook the thought and feeling away. “Yes, I have noticed it at least on the floor that I am in charge on when I am there nothing happens that the owners would not wish to.” It had become a source of quiet pride that the more notable trouble makers on the floor would abruptly stop if they even caught a glimpse of him. Some had even gotten to the point where they would not even attempt it if they heard of the security manager being anywhere near the facility, all in all it was a very good thing. Lir just nodded at her comments about his hobby, he supposed it actually had become a hobby of sorts. He still remembered the first time that he had shown the men and women of ancient Ireland just how to construct one so that they could traverse the waters unafraid. It was a simple and pleasant time, one that ended far too quickly. As the memory threatened to over take him and turning that small smile that had crept into his face into a neutral stoic one as his eyes gave away the pain that was contained in the memory. Once beautiful rings of blue and grey became fierce darkened storms but only for a moment. Pain was something Lir was used to and he could withstand much. “If holding one to their word and honor is chivalrous, then perhaps it is not dead as everyone would like to believe.” As they started to walk and she commented about her figure he did what was required and let his eyes follow her hands. It would have been an insult to not do so as she was trying to show it off and he could at least look appreciative of it. When she received a splinter from the wood after looking concernedly at her hand to make sure that there was no permanent damage he glanced over at the bowed wooden plank. There was still much sanding to be done. “Do be careful Arden, I have not finished sanding the majority fo the splints it is a rather large task since I wish to do it all by hand. It helps understand the very spirit of the boat and the more work a craftsmen puts into it the more the Name of the vessel begins to form. Many of the boat makers of the present have lost such a connection, it is a shame.” |
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