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"Little voice, life got the best of me...
and in time that's what awaits you too."
|Comes up behind Wiegraf, grabs him roughly by the arm to spin him around and gives him a hot passionate kiss. (happy now?)|
You would kiss a sheep…
[[Holy shit it’s been so long I nearly forgot which email I used for this account fdfsdg]]
"So the knight does have a name, Sir Folles." she tilts her head, hands going behind her back as she stands there, toes curling and uncurling in the grass. “Tell me, what brings you way out here? Or maybe I’m close to a town of village.." Her head tilts the other side, chewing on her lower lip.
"Wiegraf, just Wiegraf" he corrected, choosing to forgo the little detail that he wasn’t a respectable man, nor did he deserve his title as knight anymore— and there were few that he could count on one hand that referred to him as even Sir Wiegraf. “I’ve many a reason to avoid towns and villages,” he began, “those of which needn’t be spoken of. But what of you? Surely you’re looking for a town— are you lost?”
"I am not, Knight," she grins, “I do a fair bit of traveling." She holds a hand out to him, “Ronyo Rosewood. Its a pleasure to meet you."
"How far have you traveled? Outside of the continent or…" he paused, glancing down at her outstretched hand. "Euh, Wiegraf Folles," he replied, taking her hand and giving it a halfhearted shake before pulling it away.
Oh, he was so out of practice when it came to interacting with others.
Her hands go to her side, palms out gesturing around her. “Nothing here to be deserted from, save from my own loneliness.” she smiles again, “I won’t chase you away unless I’m truly so horrible a thing to look at you must run.”
He casts a wary glance around the vicinity, a habit he had long since given up on breaking— it could never hurt to be too careful after all. “Are you from around here?” he asked after coming to the conclusion that it was indeed safe to take a moment to socialize.
What a dumb question, he scolded himself for that; but it was all he could think of. He rubbed the back of his neck, growing more uncomfortable with each passing second.
Her brow pinches, “Did I say something wrong, sir?” she asks, head tilting to the side.
"Er, no, no you did not…" he had just begun to turn, but stopped, keeping his attention fixed on her. "I thought that perhaps I was interrupting you and it’d be best for me to leave."
"I appropriate your honesty then," she bows her head at him, smiling wide, “For that you’re forgiven for looking and honored for telling me."
That was odd. Smiles weren’t usually something anyone would greet the former commander with— it was a refreshing change. He made a mental note not to become accustomed to the gesture, as it was not anything he deserved.
"I am thankful for your forgiveness," he began, bowing his head lightly, "I shouldn’t keep you any longer, I’ll be on my way."
"Can’t say I’m offended." she waves a hand in front of her face. “I couldn’t tell if you were or were not."
He squints as he watches the odd gesture, quite unsure of what it meant. No, wait, he thought about it some more and it made sense— but perhaps he wouldn’t speak more of it. “Even so, it was rude of me to do so in the first place,” he backs away from her just slightly.
"Yo, I’m Wakka, yah?" He wasn’t exactly sure the right way to respond to this person.
"Right," he nods, attempting to keep his eyes locked elsewhere— but they return, staring at the odd hairstyle the other man wore. In fact, his entire getup was strange; though not all too strange compared to some of the geomancers he’d seen back home. "Wiegraf, I… my name is Wiegraf."