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Chocolate Pollution Captain
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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 9:32 pm
Arielles worlds fueled Bri's own world, she lived that moment as if there besides the bard. She had pushed the unfinnished soup away and had leaned forward, her head on her hands and her knapkin wrapped around her fingers. When she had finnished Bri was absolutely speechless.
Though, after a moment of nothing the words finally came, "Beautifull, absolutely enchanting." Bri's face scrunched up a moment, "I cannot define your story in my own words and now I fear I have failed my own skill." She dropped her head comicly and looked back up at Barlow.
She had heard this tale, but it was a great one none the less. Bri pulled her legs up and sat crosslegged, balanced on her chair, though not many would have noticed, the table cloth masked her manners well. She grinned and sat back, hands folded infront of her, the last story making her hungry for more tales.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 9:58 pm
Pleasure bloomed at the compliments on her delivery. She smiled, and executed a seated half-bow that still managed to be elegant, despite the close confines. Barlow's words were the ones that held her though, and Arielle watched the change in his face as his wistful tone struck a chord with her. A strange tone to deliver a compliment, unless there was some personal meanings lingering in the words. Curiosity nagged her, but she put it aside for later; best not to be rude. Instead, she nodded to him, her smile more confident.
"Certainly, m'Lord, please favor us. The floor is yours!"
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