Post by Kender Bard on Mar 12, 2009 23:49:07 GMT -5
Snowflake hesitated, tempted. I wouldn't know what to talk about. He is somewhat a stranger to me, and it would be rude. She took his arm. An idea occurred to her and her mental thoughts brightened. Are you offering to chat with me a while?
Schuldig snorted, amused. ~How am I any less of a stranger to you than Brad? He's at least polite. I can't make any guarantee that I'll be.~
Crawford led Snowflake to her room in silence, though his manner was merely courtly, not stiff and formal. He gave her a sidelong glance and had to agree that she was an attractive woman, but aside from that....
"The servants, of course, will attend you if you have need of anything," he stated once they arrived at her door.
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 13, 2009 0:12:21 GMT -5
Oh, well, if you say so... Snowflake sighed very softly.
"Alas, I am not terribly tired," Snowflake admitted. "I long for prolonged company, I admit, but cannot think of any graceful way to attain it. I wouldn't wish to subject us both to awkwardness. Do you think the servants could bring me something to quicken sleep?"
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 13, 2009 0:37:54 GMT -5
Snow didn't bother to conceal her amusement at that and walked into her quarters, beckoning Crawford to follow. She briefly considered drinks for them, but she didn't care to get intoxicated. She was fine with the wine she had already imbibed. She took a seat on the edge of her bed, freeing up the sitting chair for Crawford. Snatching up her hairbrush off the nightstand she began combing and fussing with her hair, her nightly ritual.
"And now I feel the fool, for nothing terribly witty springs to mind," she sighed. "Night is the atmosphere of romance - at home I'd be settling down to a book of poems and songs, or a simple story right about now." She gave a whimsical smile and added, "Romance burns in the blood of all Flameharts. Even my little brother and sister."
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 13, 2009 0:57:31 GMT -5
"No romance burns at all within you?" Snowflake inquired with a slightly lifted brow, smiling. "That would be sad news. Romance is the poetry of the spirit, I feel. 'With whispered movements the moon did glide, dancing amongst the courtier lights. At dawn she would run and hide, stealing after passing nights. The sun, her lover, chases after her still, both living only for the thrill.' Ah..." She twirled a curl of hair between her fingers with a thoughtful look. "My apologies, you did say you prefer pragmatic things. And here I am rambling on."
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 13, 2009 1:14:04 GMT -5
"Rather, I wish I didn't," Snowflake replied. "A person without any romance at all is a sorrowful affair. It takes away some of the joy of life. Well.. and some of the pain, though I refer not to relationships as much as a romantic sense. An appreciation and perhaps empathy for emotion and passion."
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 13, 2009 1:48:47 GMT -5
"No, that is not for everyone," Snowflake agreed. "Some people get along quite well without ever attaching themselves to another person. They take their romantic energy and put it towards other uses, often creative ones. Or perhaps to other relationships, not necessarily of a romantic nature. Before I was wed, I channeled my heart's fire to my sermons, my duties, and my family."
"Do those things suffer now that you are wed?" Crawford asked, his tone merely curious. He wasn't particularly, but he wasn't altogether sure that he wanted to speak about his own experiences in those matters.
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 13, 2009 2:13:02 GMT -5
Snowflake shook her head. "Not really," she mused. "There are days and nights when I feel a little... stretched thin? But I manage to keep things balanced. Besides; Nalani's old enough now to begin taking on more and more duties. At some point it would be nice to let her take over the majority of what I do now while I reserve myself for special occasions. Then I can spend more time with my husband and daughter."
Curiosity overwhelmed her momentarily. "Schuldig is a surprising man. I hadn't thought he would be the type to raise a child. Harmony seems like a nice girl though. Do any of the rest of you have children?"
"Schuldig hasn't been raising her long; he didn't even know about her until recently," Crawford told her. "Her mother was killed when she brought Harmony here to meet her father." There was a note of finality to that statement, and he hoped Snowflake would take the hint that he'd said all he was going to about that matter.
"The rest of us have no children or family aside from Lucifer. Farfarello was, obviously, too unstable before his treatment, and still has little interest in people."