Music Lovers|Skyheort, Talen'sul

[Kender Bard]

Teselia nodded, looking... not satisfied but relieved. "Ignore her advances for a time and she will either reach a point that you must tell her as such or she'll lose interest. She's a very.... romantic girl. She's always had dreams of marrying above her lot in life. At first she'd hoped to catch some young lord's eye, but I believe now she's simply looking for a man who would provide her a comfortable life. Not a bad ambition, I suppose, but it does lead her to acting rather strangely at times. She doesn't mean harm by it; she's no longer a young lady and begins to fret that she'll never find a husband. I can sympathize, a little."

[Skittlebug]

"I do hope that she finds someone, she does seem like a good girl. And yourself, you do not have any suitors?" His tone carries a trace of surprise, and perhaps hopefulness.

[Kender Bard]

Teselia blushed a little, but between her cloak and the night, it would have been almost impossible to see. "I do not," she confessed. "I had a suitor for a time... Actually the knight Sir Devon Graywind took a fancy to me. But it was a one-sided thing; I think he just found me pretty, and surely there are plenty of beautiful women both highborn and low. But I wasn't interested in his romantic gestures... Unlike my sister, I'm not comfortable with the thought of rising too far above myself. I don't think the relationship would have been proper; Sir Devon should find himself a wife of proper breeding."

[Skittlebug]

Nicolaus walks in silence for a moment, "Perhaps...you would permit me to treat you to a dinner?"

[Kender Bard]

Teselia gave a start at that; she thought Nicolaus to be handsome and enjoyable company. And yes, perhaps she had entertained the notion of playing the girlish maiden and flirting a bit... But she hadn't expected him to take an interest, and so abruptly.

But, then, it couldn't hurt. And she hadn't been lying when she said she sympathized with Tender's fear of never finding a husband. It would be nice to have... Don't get ahead of yourself, she thought.

"I think that would be very nice," Teselia answered with a shy smile.

[Skittlebug]

Nicolaus smiles, pleased. "I'm glad."

It isn't long until they reach the shop, Nico's apartment is above it. He turns and gives her an awkward smile. "Well, this is different, you walking me home, and not the other way around."

[Kender Bard]

Teselia giggled at that. "I wanted a chance to talk with you about Tender," she confessed. "Next time, after dinner, you can return the favor, aye?"

She hesitated awkwardly, unsure of how to properly say farewell. "Well.... Goodnight then." She brushed her Wind sign. "I'll fly on home."

[Skittlebug]

Nico reaches for her hand, awkward as well, and kisses the back of it. "Have a good night."

[Kender Bard]

Teselia giggled, flattered. She felt half the need to curtsey. Instead, she turned and took flight, leaving Nico alone.

Though there were still surprises in the night to be had. Waiting for him in his home were two daggers resting on the table. One had a black hilt, the other a white. The black hilted dagger lay in a smooth, plain white sheathe. The white dagger in a black sheathe.

[Skittlebug]

Nico spots the weapons as soon as he enters the room and closes the door slowly, glancing around suspiciously. Who had left them, it couldn't have been the tailors, he'd have known if they'd gotten their hands on anything like these, and who would have broken in to leave something.

He edges up to the table, uneasily, and inspects them. Picking up the white hilted dagger he slips it out of it's sheath and runs a thumb along the blade, testing it.

[Kender Bard]

Not only was the dagger razor sharp but a sudden pain lanced through his whole hand, as if a hammer had taken a blow to it.

[Skittlebug]

He hisses sharply at the pain, nearly dropping the dagger, and leans on the table heavily until it passes. Eyeing the daggers with new respect he grins and slides it back into its sheath. He picks them up and breathes a thanks to the Forces, for where else could something like this have come.

Eager to know what the second blade does, he slips out of his apartment and upstairs, to the tailors' apartment. Opening the door, he lets his aura loose, once again grateful for the three story building between two lower ones. "Audry, Marcel, is the little one to bed? Good. I've got some new toys for us to try out."