"I can't recall ever visiting it before," Leif admitted, "but I'm an easy man to please." Granted, most teas he drank had some sort of effect beyond just quenching thirst, but there were a few normal varieties he enjoyed as well.
Rubbing his shoulder again, he added, "Do you know if they have any teas that ease pain a bit, though?" Leif grinned a bit sheepishly. "Between the bee and the tree, I'm afraid I'm a touch sore."
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 1, 2009 22:51:39 GMT -5
"Aye, I'm sure they do," Minny agreed and went to a small table with the group. She sat the toddler down who, being silent up to this point, smiled suddenly and tried to climb up on the table. Cherry slid out of her seat and sat on the floor, amusing herself with Leif's shoe. Minny sighed and tried to contain them both while a serving woman glided over and smild at Leif, seeing Minny was busy.
Post by Kender Bard on Jun 2, 2009 22:44:44 GMT -5
"They can be a handful," she says, and gives him a thoughtful look. "But then you seem like the type that's good with children. Some have a knack you know. Or, perhaps, it's just that you haven't had to do it for the past year as I have."
"You love us," Cherry protested.
"Aye," Minny admitted and stroked the child's head. "When I don't want to toss you off the mountain."
"What's a bard?" Cherry asked Leif, her attention shifting like sand. "Something with trees?"
Leif chuckled softly and had begun to reply when a sharp pain in his shoulder made him hiss and flinch. He clenched his jaw briefly and rubbed more firmly at the muscle. "Oh come on," he muttered, "I didn't land that hard."