Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2016 0:41:42 GMT -5
Sparring frightens you?
The girl felt her cheeks flush as she shyly glanced down to the carriage floor unsure if she wanted to explain the truth behind her fear. It was a shallow and almost childish reason behind it that those in her family had come accept as being a part of the girls nature. Gwynevere was not blind to her own vanity, but not very many understood how deep her fears ran or even the basis for them. "It's a selfish fear honestly..." As much as it would perhaps better to lie about it the teenager thought the boy would figure out the reasoning himself eventually if they were able to see each other again. Slowly glancing up at him the girl caught the boyish smile of his finding herself captivated by it making her feel a little more at east. Listening to him reassure her fear as being something most who fought indeed faced made her smile softly, quietly thankful for his sweetness. "I do greatly admire those who can transform their fear into something greater, a power to be wielded in the midst of danger. Yet I-" The girl paused unsure of how to explain her own feelings regarding it, and in truth she knew exactly what he had meant. That time in the woods with her cousin the girl had been terrified, but as pathetic as she was she did do her best to help him take down the bandit. "I-I've been very close to such a situation myself, but I suppose my fear it is less to do with the actual combat and more with getting injured." At that the girl took a breath still a bit cautious at how to explain all of it, "I'm terrified of being hurt and of not recovering from it. It's childish I know..." With those words she glanced down between their hands still a little bit embarrassed over her own flaw. "It's part of the reason why I wanted to study healing I think..."
As the conversation shifted over to music there was a slow playful grin appearing on her lips as she considered which song she would like to sing for the young lord, "Oh there are so many to choose from, and truly I'd sing for you anything that you'd like." The girl took a moment thinking before, "The Last Rose of Summer is a sweet song, or
Isle Of Inisfree is also lovely." The girl hummed the melody of the later song softly choosing not to sing at the moment since they were still riding towards their destination. "Do you have a favorite song ?" Maybe Gwynevere already knew it, or if nothing else the girl could indeed try to learn it for him.
"That is a good thing, I'm glad that you are able to return home although...I will admit I am sad to see you leave." It was a bit unfair they did not have a chance to spend more time together, or that the girl wouldn't be able to see him at a ball. Somehow Gwyn imagined he would be an excellent dance partner, but for now it would just be an illusion in her girlish dreams. Her thoughts were distracted easily by the boys words as he spoke not only of her honesty, but of the lies that whirled around them. There were some things the girl wasn't naive about, lies, secrets, and deceit were things the girl easily understood. They were tools that Gwynevere herself could wield, but only truly did so when she saw no reason to use any of them on him. He was curious about her opinions and encouraged her to speak her mind rather than caution her, it was freeing in a way. "Yes, I would like that very much as well. It's very hard to know sometimes who you can or are supposed to trust. Trust itself can be a risk..." Biting down on her lip there was a bit of a mischievous twinkle her eye as an idea struck her, "...maybe we should swear it to each other....an oath of honesty."
As she waited for his response her blue eyes watched his hand as he kept her own bringing it to her knee. There was a slight blush again on her cheeks as she realized he wanted to keep her hand in his own. Not that the teenager minded at all, but she had never held the hand of a boy outside of her family for so long before. Her blush brightened when he mentioned the beads, "Thank you, and I enjoy wearing them very much. They're not only lovely, but quite unique..." She paused, "I've only taken them off if I am working on some of my mixtures, treating wounds, or bathing. I don't want to ruin them..."
@alfonsocapitani
The girl felt her cheeks flush as she shyly glanced down to the carriage floor unsure if she wanted to explain the truth behind her fear. It was a shallow and almost childish reason behind it that those in her family had come accept as being a part of the girls nature. Gwynevere was not blind to her own vanity, but not very many understood how deep her fears ran or even the basis for them. "It's a selfish fear honestly..." As much as it would perhaps better to lie about it the teenager thought the boy would figure out the reasoning himself eventually if they were able to see each other again. Slowly glancing up at him the girl caught the boyish smile of his finding herself captivated by it making her feel a little more at east. Listening to him reassure her fear as being something most who fought indeed faced made her smile softly, quietly thankful for his sweetness. "I do greatly admire those who can transform their fear into something greater, a power to be wielded in the midst of danger. Yet I-" The girl paused unsure of how to explain her own feelings regarding it, and in truth she knew exactly what he had meant. That time in the woods with her cousin the girl had been terrified, but as pathetic as she was she did do her best to help him take down the bandit. "I-I've been very close to such a situation myself, but I suppose my fear it is less to do with the actual combat and more with getting injured." At that the girl took a breath still a bit cautious at how to explain all of it, "I'm terrified of being hurt and of not recovering from it. It's childish I know..." With those words she glanced down between their hands still a little bit embarrassed over her own flaw. "It's part of the reason why I wanted to study healing I think..."
As the conversation shifted over to music there was a slow playful grin appearing on her lips as she considered which song she would like to sing for the young lord, "Oh there are so many to choose from, and truly I'd sing for you anything that you'd like." The girl took a moment thinking before, "The Last Rose of Summer is a sweet song, or
Isle Of Inisfree is also lovely." The girl hummed the melody of the later song softly choosing not to sing at the moment since they were still riding towards their destination. "Do you have a favorite song ?" Maybe Gwynevere already knew it, or if nothing else the girl could indeed try to learn it for him.
"That is a good thing, I'm glad that you are able to return home although...I will admit I am sad to see you leave." It was a bit unfair they did not have a chance to spend more time together, or that the girl wouldn't be able to see him at a ball. Somehow Gwyn imagined he would be an excellent dance partner, but for now it would just be an illusion in her girlish dreams. Her thoughts were distracted easily by the boys words as he spoke not only of her honesty, but of the lies that whirled around them. There were some things the girl wasn't naive about, lies, secrets, and deceit were things the girl easily understood. They were tools that Gwynevere herself could wield, but only truly did so when she saw no reason to use any of them on him. He was curious about her opinions and encouraged her to speak her mind rather than caution her, it was freeing in a way. "Yes, I would like that very much as well. It's very hard to know sometimes who you can or are supposed to trust. Trust itself can be a risk..." Biting down on her lip there was a bit of a mischievous twinkle her eye as an idea struck her, "...maybe we should swear it to each other....an oath of honesty."
As she waited for his response her blue eyes watched his hand as he kept her own bringing it to her knee. There was a slight blush again on her cheeks as she realized he wanted to keep her hand in his own. Not that the teenager minded at all, but she had never held the hand of a boy outside of her family for so long before. Her blush brightened when he mentioned the beads, "Thank you, and I enjoy wearing them very much. They're not only lovely, but quite unique..." She paused, "I've only taken them off if I am working on some of my mixtures, treating wounds, or bathing. I don't want to ruin them..."
@alfonsocapitani