10-14-2022, 12:18 AM
Astrid paused twirling the empty tankard in her hands and listened intently as to her slight surprise Godric took to her turn of topic. He began to share a story not of any of his knightly heroics but of his journey out to collect students for the school. Not as action packed she thought but it was interesting none the less. Granted as he spun further into his tale she realized it had a fare bit of action or at least had the makings of some to come about soon. It certainly paused her approach to getting a refill in her tankard for now.
His story had a hook in her and she leaned in just a little with interest to hear more. Part of her mind however was a bit more focused on the drinks he was slowly consuming and just how strong his resistance was before he began to become effected by the deliciously addictive drink. So far she counted two drinks down and his third now in his hand but the question on her mind was just how strong of a stomach did he have? If he was a nightly visitor to the tavern surely he could hold his own for a good number of drinks and part of her was curious to test that out. After all she had used his gold coin he had given her to pay for his drinks tonight, it would be interesting to see if he could drink enough to use the full amount. At the very least it would make his return to the school an interesting one if he decided to play the gentlemen and walked her back? Would the roles be in reverse and it would really be her walking him back to the castle? It certainly would make an interesting end of the night and one she was oddly hopeful of.
"So, how did you end up retrieving the young boy without alerting the mob on the hunt for him?" Astrid asked with a light hint of curiosity in her tone. She wondered if he had chosen to pause for dramatic effect or needed the time to try and fish out the rest of the story whether it was true or made up. It didn't really matter to her honestly if the story was true or fictional, oddly it was the way he was telling it that had her interested for more. His voice had drawn her in and his expression as he replayed that kept her attention on his.
Admittedly she wanted to hear more of his encounters and tales, even the ones that may darken those bright cheerful eyes of his and gave her more than enough of an excuse to move in closer. Those broad shoulders and long arms had to be comfortable and secure when they held someone close right? If not to comfort him then perhaps help ease his mind on to something else less dark and mood breaking. Definitely could share maybe a story or two of her own, provided she change a few detail around.
His story had a hook in her and she leaned in just a little with interest to hear more. Part of her mind however was a bit more focused on the drinks he was slowly consuming and just how strong his resistance was before he began to become effected by the deliciously addictive drink. So far she counted two drinks down and his third now in his hand but the question on her mind was just how strong of a stomach did he have? If he was a nightly visitor to the tavern surely he could hold his own for a good number of drinks and part of her was curious to test that out. After all she had used his gold coin he had given her to pay for his drinks tonight, it would be interesting to see if he could drink enough to use the full amount. At the very least it would make his return to the school an interesting one if he decided to play the gentlemen and walked her back? Would the roles be in reverse and it would really be her walking him back to the castle? It certainly would make an interesting end of the night and one she was oddly hopeful of.
"So, how did you end up retrieving the young boy without alerting the mob on the hunt for him?" Astrid asked with a light hint of curiosity in her tone. She wondered if he had chosen to pause for dramatic effect or needed the time to try and fish out the rest of the story whether it was true or made up. It didn't really matter to her honestly if the story was true or fictional, oddly it was the way he was telling it that had her interested for more. His voice had drawn her in and his expression as he replayed that kept her attention on his.
Admittedly she wanted to hear more of his encounters and tales, even the ones that may darken those bright cheerful eyes of his and gave her more than enough of an excuse to move in closer. Those broad shoulders and long arms had to be comfortable and secure when they held someone close right? If not to comfort him then perhaps help ease his mind on to something else less dark and mood breaking. Definitely could share maybe a story or two of her own, provided she change a few detail around.
