CITY OF LIGHTS [open] Dec 28, 2016 12:26:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 12:26:43 GMT -7
As she spoke the bard listened intently. He didn't frown, precisely, but there was a subtle tightening around the corners of his eyes. He wasn't sure he believed her tale. When she spoke at first it had seemed as though she were suggesting something happening recently. Now, it seemed only a tale. Either way, it was both a poor tale and a value-less one. Despite the company, Aod found the conversation suddenly wanting.
His easy lounging lost some of it's non-chalance, impatience thrusting sudden restlessness into his muscles. He straightened, his elbows coming to rest gently on the tabletop. His fingers loosely twined as he studied her, one brow arch. He made no move to stop her from drawing his goblet away and when he spoke his voice had going somewhat cool though it still held a lilt that might have been humor.
"I've heard the tale or something of the like. The ending is simple, and it is strange that you had to come here to find it. Popular theory is that the piper was Fae and took the children to the Feywild where they remain, caught in dreams." He stood then, sliding from his chair and drawing away from her touch.
"Much as I am loathe to leave your company, fair Lysandra, I believe this tale has spun itself out." He didn't need to go back to entertaining- the bar was in a fine fiddle and didn't need his encouragement to keep the drink flowing. If this was all there was, some pauper's tale that had been turned to rhyme and song ages ago, then there was nothing new for him. Nothing interesting to pursue.
And while she was quite lovely, he couldn't help but feel like he had been baited with nothing of value.