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 Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 12:30 pm
A cheerful nod from Iennta seemed the best comment to make at this point, and she gave the young artisan another warm smile, all the while considering him. He had lost his mate, poor thing, but at the same time, he wanted so desperately to bring love into the relationships of others. It was endearing. And yet, at the same time, it resulted in making Iennta want even more to find him a few lady friends other than the reclusive Rosinweed. Such interesting and sweet Sentinels shouldn't be sequestering themselves, no indeed. She remembered the accident with Amberlilly, how different this young lad had been at the time. How different Rosinweed as well. She had seen both of them as promising young Sentinels, if memory served her correctly. Indeed, their generation was a promising one in general, though most seemed paired up now. Hmm...
But that was another course of thought, and should be dealt with at another time. For the time-being, Iennta thought that perhaps her business with Sequoia was done. As nice as it was to chat with the artisan, Iennta really should be off doing something more important with her time. Like working for her pay. She had a very important task, one on which her relationship rested. Inclining her head to Sequoia, she swept a beak through her feathers and smiled again at Sequoia. "Thank you for your help, but I really must be off for now," she said. "Shall I perhaps come visit you sometime soon?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 5:32 am
“Oh, yes. You must be terribly busy. I’m sorry I kept you so very long.” He said, breaking out of his thoughts of watching other Sentinels. He was slowly wondering how he would go about being a watcher when it was well known his job was an Artisan. Freelancing wasn’t really a thing Sentinels in skills they were good at did. Especially such a wide jump of professions.
Dismissing that for later, he nodded to Iennta. “Yes. Please visit sometime. I suspect you know where I live. If I am not home, I would most likely be at Rosinweed’s territory, but I would make sure to check at my home first. It’s not a welcome party over at Rosinweed’s, sadly.” Iennta would be assaulted both by Rosin and her companions to the intentions of why Iennta was that and most Sentinels did not deal with frantic, broken sentences nicely. He would hate for Iennta to get the wrong impression of Rosinweed that was, especially if he intended to slip in a good favor from the matchmaker later on.
“I look forward to seeing you, and I’ll keep my eyes and open for you in the meantime.” He said, rising up from a half bow and beaming. Sequoia was now an assistant matchmaker.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2008 11:10 am
"Of course, love." Iennta answered, but her gaze was elsewhere and her voice was somewhat far-off, the words themselves rather absentminded. She hadn't forgotten about Sequoia, no, but she was already locked onto a young pair she had rather intended to go harangue much earlier, and her mind was already formulating her reply to their no-doubt frantic rebuttal. Yes, Iennta always thought about five steps ahead, so that way she didn't need to take time in a conversation. Rapid-fire was an easy way to win an argument, since generally the opposition ended up too confused to make a valid point after about three sentences.
Called back to Sequoia for a moment, Iennta smiled briefly at him. "Be seeing you again, then!" she said, extremely chipper, and then dropped from the branch, just beginning the night's reign of terror.
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