Post by Kender Bard on Mar 19, 2009 1:53:28 GMT -5
"Nay, there are colder places," Sunray agreed, walking along. "My sister is in Khelek right now, for example."
Sunray bit his lip. He'd forgotten his role again. Oops. He hoped she didn't pry into the matter too deeply. He didn't really want to lie to her. Instead, he sought to keep her attention elsewhere, adding, "Afterwards we'll have lunch. The chef, Frost, is an amazing cook. He tends to outdo himself even on standard fare. He loves to cook, you see. Anyone who loves their craft is likely to excel in it, I say."
"Oh, I agree," Lyra said. "A musician can be technically perfect, but if they don't love the music, you can hear the lack in their playing. So, your younger sister is in Khelek? I can't imagine how cold it must be there this time of year. Is she a Fire as well?"
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 19, 2009 2:18:25 GMT -5
"Both my sisters, actually," Sunray murmured. "And nay, they're both water types." He smiled thinly, pushing open the door to the outside garden - and thankful that he'd arrived there. "And here's the garden!"
The sculptures were mostly ice - intricate and abstract pieces as well as a few of more tangible things, such as cherubs and faceless figures in long, flowing dresses. There was a couple snow sculptures as well and, dotting the beautiful art like weeds, a couple clumsy snowmen put together by the children of servants.
Lyra's eyes widened slightly in surprise. She knew that some Ices could make such pieces with their signs, but she'd never had the talent for it. "They're beautiful," she breathed, stepping closer to one of the faceless sculptures. "The only 'sculpture' I can make with my own signs is an icicle."
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 19, 2009 2:34:43 GMT -5
Sunray chuckled at that. "Well not everyone has the knack," he said simply, walking along beside her. "This is my favorite piece as well. It's fun to speculate what her face would look like. I always pictured a woman laughing, as though she was on a merry chase with her lover. Last year, several of the artisans thought to recreate a summer feel and made toadstools and fairies. It was very adorable - this year I think they wanted something a bit more for the imagination."
"My sister would have loved last year's scenes," she told him. "Her name is Pixie, and ever since she was a little girl, people have given her things with faeries on them. She loves that sort of motif--faeries and butterflies. I think I prefer this year's, though," Lyra added, looking about more.
Lyra smiled a bit and tilted her head at the sculpture. "I think some things should just be enjoyed as they are. If an image happens to come to mind, that's fine, but I don't think you should try to force a meaning upon something."
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 19, 2009 3:03:24 GMT -5
"It would help if I didn't find logic to be an art form in itself," Sunray muttered, running a hand back through his hair nervously. "The way some things will always line up, predictably, every single time is a marvel to me. Maths contains universal truths - if there's five apples, no matter how you label it, there will always be five apples in the universe. You could say there's septumple apples or something else that's nonsensical and it'll still be truth. I-"
He made a small, irritated noise at himself. "There, you see? I'm sorry, Lyra." He turned, as though to look at a different sculpture though in reality he was biting his knuckle, angry at himself. Very quietly, he recited, "'Turn not from me, o warmth and light, for though there is a coldness upon my soul and you flee from it, your very embrace is what would thaw me.'"
I could never come up with beauty like that on my own, he thought, miserably.
"Don't apologise," she chided gently. "We all get carried away with the things we're passionate about one way or another. Saying you're sorry for that is like apologising for who you are, and nobody should feel like they need to do that."
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 19, 2009 3:21:29 GMT -5
He glanced back at her and smiled thinly before shivering. He really meant it when he said he didn't care for the cold so much. "Shall we retreat to the warm kitchen now and partake of whatever masterpiece Frost has cooked up?"
Lyra gave him a sympathetic little smile and nodded. "I think some warm drinks may be in order as well." She would have liked to linger in the garden a while longer, but she had noted his shiver. She didn't want to force him to stay out in the cold.
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 19, 2009 23:50:50 GMT -5
Once inside, Cyrus pulled out a seat for Lyra and sat himself. Frost appeared, carrying two cups of hot cocoa.
Sunray chuckled in amusement. "Cocoa?"
"Cocoa and snow were meant for each other," Frost said simply, leaving and then returning with two plates of roasted duck. Sunray resisted the urge to drool when he caught wind of the scent. The chef had also brought hot spiced wine since their current drinks weren't terribly appropriate to the meal.
Sunray drained his cocoa, grinning. "I told you he was a great chef."
"You were right," Lyra agreed, after tasting the duck. She didn't care for very hot food or drink, preferring to sip and nibble until things had cooled some. "This reminds me of my mother's cooking," she remarked. "Though I think this is actually better."
Post by Kender Bard on Mar 20, 2009 1:08:14 GMT -5
"Frost will be pleased to hear," Sunray responded and tucked into his dinner without another word, surprised at his appetite. Once finished with his meal, he poured a second glass of wine and stood. "Would you please accompany me for a moment? There's, ah, something important I need to tell you. But I would rather do so elsewhere."