[ He turns around to see that his lord had entered the study and he breathed a sigh of relief. While Seruel was not the type to miss an appointment, Naoise was sure he felt something swell in his chest ]
My lord.
[ In his arms, he had a tray with two tea cups and a tea pot. He gave Seruel a small bow before walking over to set the china down on the table. ]
This was a present from the shopkeep Sierokarte. I believe she said they were a delicacy from the island we were last sojourning to.
[ Well more like, they gave the crew an entire bakery's worth of food through Siero and there was no way that the Captain was going to eat it on his own despite what Lyria and Vryn said. So everyone in the crew was free to help themselves. It was eclairs and small cakes, perfect for tea time. But he takes the tea pot and holds it, proffered to Seruel. ]
Shall I pour the tea? Or would his lordship prefer to start with the pastries?
[ Polite and proper as usual. Seruel is used to this treatment from everyone, including his dear friend, but he heaves a sigh when Naoise circles over with his gifts. His friend will always be a good man—a fool, but always a good man. ]
It's only the two of us, so call me by my name.
[ His words are curt and poignant, but full of fondness nevertheless. It's Prince here, King there, Lord elsewhere, and the only person he hears his name by itself is from his sister or the captain themselves.
Or Scathacha. That great dragon needs not show him respect, despite being rather indignant. He motions with his hand over to Naoise, gesturing that he would like some of that fine tea from the famous merchant herself. ]
Pour me a cup if you will. I'll have a pastry after.
[ The name rolls off his tongue easily. Naoise was all too happy to oblige as he gives a slight bow before pouring the fragrant liquid into the other's cup. This was something that made his heart sing, that they could have peaceful moments like this together. Once he was sure that Seruel's cup was filled, he proceeded to pour his own before sitting down across from his lord.
Usually Heles would by the one to direct the mood of the conversation as it struck her, so it was profoundly different that it was just the two of them. However, it wasn't bad. Just new. Something different. ]
[ Heles did have a knack for driving the conversation, setting the mood—overall wise guidance from his dear older sister. The silence settles in the room after their small exchange, but Seruel doesn't find it uncomfortable. His expression softens as he takes a sip of his cup, then plucks a pastry for a test.
All great quality as usual... From time to time, he looks over to Naoise, wondering how he should breach the silence. He needs to choose his words with care, though he never felt he needed to watch what he says. Setting the cup back down onto its saucer, he shifts his gaze over to him. ]
You're looking well even though Scathacha latches onto you everyday armed with sharp words. [ He's teasing? Complimenting? Both? ] It's been a while since the two of us had time alone... It reminds me of the past.
[ Where they used to go on adventures into the woods behind their homes without Heles only to be wrangled back home by her all the same. Good times ]
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My lord.
[ In his arms, he had a tray with two tea cups and a tea pot. He gave Seruel a small bow before walking over to set the china down on the table. ]
This was a present from the shopkeep Sierokarte. I believe she said they were a delicacy from the island we were last sojourning to.
[ Well more like, they gave the crew an entire bakery's worth of food through Siero and there was no way that the Captain was going to eat it on his own despite what Lyria and Vryn said. So everyone in the crew was free to help themselves. It was eclairs and small cakes, perfect for tea time. But he takes the tea pot and holds it, proffered to Seruel. ]
Shall I pour the tea? Or would his lordship prefer to start with the pastries?
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It's only the two of us, so call me by my name.
[ His words are curt and poignant, but full of fondness nevertheless. It's Prince here, King there, Lord elsewhere, and the only person he hears his name by itself is from his sister or the captain themselves.
Or Scathacha. That great dragon needs not show him respect, despite being rather indignant. He motions with his hand over to Naoise, gesturing that he would like some of that fine tea from the famous merchant herself. ]
Pour me a cup if you will. I'll have a pastry after.
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[ The name rolls off his tongue easily. Naoise was all too happy to oblige as he gives a slight bow before pouring the fragrant liquid into the other's cup. This was something that made his heart sing, that they could have peaceful moments like this together. Once he was sure that Seruel's cup was filled, he proceeded to pour his own before sitting down across from his lord.
Usually Heles would by the one to direct the mood of the conversation as it struck her, so it was profoundly different that it was just the two of them. However, it wasn't bad. Just new. Something different. ]
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All great quality as usual... From time to time, he looks over to Naoise, wondering how he should breach the silence. He needs to choose his words with care, though he never felt he needed to watch what he says. Setting the cup back down onto its saucer, he shifts his gaze over to him. ]
You're looking well even though Scathacha latches onto you everyday armed with sharp words. [ He's teasing? Complimenting? Both? ] It's been a while since the two of us had time alone... It reminds me of the past.
[ Where they used to go on adventures into the woods behind their homes without Heles only to be wrangled back home by her all the same. Good times ]