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| Arden | Mar 24 2009, 02:02 PM |
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For a moment Arden could see the pain that crossed over his eyes. As one quite adept in experiencing and acknowledging pain she had seen and felt all kinds. She recognized the pain in his eyes. Something long gone and yet deeply missed. She remembered the stories of the man before her and had an inkling of what that brief moment of pain had been about. But she tried in earnest to not show she had noticed at all. It was not a pain she thought she could help relieve him of. At least not truly. She was a substitute of pain for many. They could transfer their own pain to her in different ways but she knew, instinctively that that release may not be something that would help Lir. "It may not be dead but it certainly has one foot in the grave." Arden commented in a joking manner as she followed him about. She smiled and gave a small nod of appreciation as he stared to admire her form. Ever the gentleman he was though she blushed that it seemed as though she had been fishing for acknowledgement from him. So much time in the human world she forgets much of how things were in the sithen. She chuckled at Lir's belated warning about the unsanded wood. "I believe I have learned my lesson in the best way." She ascertained pulling her hand back after he had checked it over and sucking on the wound a little more to help staunch the bleeding. "The name of the vessel hmm?" Arden pondered. "Yes I imagine in this 'modern' world many boats start as a tree at one end of the machinery and 20 minutes later it spits out a boat with no human ever having touched it." Arden agreed. "So you let the wood and the building shape and name the vessel. Most intringuing. To be able to mold and shape something so completely." Arden said with a complete tone of awe in her voice. She was the clay never the sculptor. She was what others wanted her to be. She didn't hate what she was but it was always interesting to learn from people who were the potters... not the pottery. |
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