A Noble Brat (Tag Pas)

[Kender Bard]

(Talen'sul, Fall of 1017)

Desira was infernally bored. The busty, lovely bard had already fussed with some practicing but she wasn't much in the mood to stand in an empty room and sing at nobody or to dance without an audience. She hated practices like that; whenever possible, she practiced at home, trying to bully her father into being an audience for her.

So she strolled through the common room, hoping to find a distraction worth her time. Anything, at this point!

[Northen Light36]

Pas frowned to himself as he glanced around the bardic guild. He loved his family, but he'd come to Talen'sul for some mercenary training with Uncle Amaro, not to be rounding up little kids. He got enough of that with the little twins and Lily at home!

But Spice was busy and Uncle Talon had asked him to fetch Loki home. Part of being a family was helping each other, so he couldn't really refuse. But if his cousin didn't stop stalling and finding excuses to stay longer, Pas felt he'd be seriously tempted to strangle the child, family or not.

He sighed and leaned against a wall as he waited, his hands in his pockets.

[Kender Bard]

Desira had begun to give up and decide to find some other place to lurk for fun when she spotted Pas. Hello, someone I've never seen. And a Beast! How... Exotic. Desira grinned slightly to herself as she made her way over to the young man at an easy saunter. As an avid dancer, most of her movements, when she put the effort into it, seemed to be fluid and graceful and she usually strove to walk with a bit of an attention-grabbing sway whenever approaching someone new and interesting.

"Hello," she greeted Pas and leaned next to the wall next to him. "I don't think I've ever seen you around here before."

[Northen Light36]

She'd drawn Pas' attention as she approached and he gave her a smile when she leaned on the wall next to him. "Hello," he greeted her, giving her a quick, admiring glance up and down. "You wouldn't have," he added. "I'm a guild mercenary, not a bard." Well, being a trainee merc was practically the same thing. "I'm just here to pick up my kid cousin."

[Kender Bard]

Well at least he's interesting, Desira thought. "A mercenary, huh?" she said, looking at him a bit more carefully and smiling at what she saw. "Sounds dangerous. Do you get much work?" She didn't much care about his cousin. At the mention of kid she figured it was one of the students. Stupid snot-nosed brats.

[Northen Light36]

"A fair bit," Pas replied, trying to sound like it was a casual, every day thing... And not something that happened on rare, safe occassions with his mother. "My uncle's the captain of the guild," he added. "Mercenary work is something of a family business, you see. I've been training since I was a kid."

[Kender Bard]

Desira favored him with a dazzling smile as she leaned in a little closer. "Really? Wow that's amazing. I'm just a simple bard... I do a little bit of dancing and singing. It can be a dull life at times." She gave a sigh of long-suffering. "Like right now! I don't suppose you'd be opposed to keeping company with me while you wait...?" She smiled again, this time more shyly, fluttering her long, black lashes at him.

[Northen Light36]

Pas grinned and playfully bowed to Desira. "It would be an honour," he replied. "Allow me to introduce myself then. I'm Pashat Melissan-Ronoh, but my friends call me Pas."

[Kender Bard]

Melissan... Desira's eyes widened just a fraction. Interesting... "Are you... From House Melissan then?" she inquired lightly. He doesn't look like a noble. And I thought the Melissan family was Storm and Wind... He could be a bastard. She certainly wasn't in a position to throw stones there.

[Northen Light36]

Pas laughed and nodded. "Lord Melissan-Ronoh is my uncle," he replied, subtly brushing his hair back from his face to reveal his storm sign while showing the family ring he wore. "My mother is the Melissan-Ronoh heir. Technically I'm Pas Sanderson, but Muma and I use her family name in formal situations, and what's more formal then meeting a beautiful lady?" He grinned charmingly and winked.

[Kender Bard]

Desira grinned a little wider. So, a more distant relative. Still, that was something. "I actually AM a lady," she confided with a sly smile. "I am Lady Desira Tynsho. So pleasant to find equal company even here. Tell me, my lord, do you have anywhere you need to be after you've divested yourself of your cousin?"

[Northen Light36]

Pas thought for only a second. "Nowhere in particular," he replied easily. "I'd been considering practicing some sword play with my uncle, but I didn't have any set plans really." He bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Tynsho."

[Kender Bard]

"The pleasure could be extended," Desira remarked in a sultry tone. "How about in a couple of hours we meet at the Red Roc for a few drinks?"

[Northen Light36]

Pas smiled. "That sounds like the best idea I've heard today," he agreed with a smile. Desira wasn't his friend like Lumi, but she was pretty and he'd enjoy a drink or two with her.

[Kender Bard]

"Later, then," Desira promised and slipped away. Shortly later, Loki appeared, a bit flushed and beaming. "Pas, Pas, I played a really hard song today and didn't mess up once! Do you want to hear?"