Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 22:05:39 GMT -5
Whatever was his reason, what she had asked in thought of it being a delicate question had led him to a laugh, and a shrug which Rosalinda considered as being dismissive of the issue. Arrogance, perhaps, even, though for a man who seemed otherwise rather uncertain or at least not boastful of himself, the mixture seemed odd. She inclined her head politely and lowered her gaze. “Fair enough, Lord Everett,” she said, smiling. Whatever his reason for such an answer, whatever had caused the truth of it, Rosalinda had a hint that the man was rather private.
He seemed to take interest in her choice of words, not as though the word was foreign but perhaps as though he was unaccustomed to hearing it, or at least that he was wary of it. Then he made a sound she couldn’t quite place — seeing as she truly did not know this man — but that seemed born of amusement before he spoke again. His words drew a somber look from the woman on his arm, frowning slightly, but intently listening. Rosalinda did not want to appear as though she mocked the reason that drew all the current proceedings, yet she was and would have to be pragmatic about the situation, too.
“I did not come uninformed, you’re right,” she confirmed for him, though not with her usual enthusiasm but rather using an emphatic tone. “My interest is in the living whom have been left behind. It is undoubtedly tragic what has happened, and my condolences go with the family. May the Father bless their resting souls, but the living must endeavour to find strength in their mourning and persevere, wouldn’t you agree?“ Here again she treaded carefully. The man might not appreciate her pragmatism, he may find her flippant about the massacre that occurred. He may, however, see her point and find it to be honest rather than placating.
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Everett Price
He seemed to take interest in her choice of words, not as though the word was foreign but perhaps as though he was unaccustomed to hearing it, or at least that he was wary of it. Then he made a sound she couldn’t quite place — seeing as she truly did not know this man — but that seemed born of amusement before he spoke again. His words drew a somber look from the woman on his arm, frowning slightly, but intently listening. Rosalinda did not want to appear as though she mocked the reason that drew all the current proceedings, yet she was and would have to be pragmatic about the situation, too.
“I did not come uninformed, you’re right,” she confirmed for him, though not with her usual enthusiasm but rather using an emphatic tone. “My interest is in the living whom have been left behind. It is undoubtedly tragic what has happened, and my condolences go with the family. May the Father bless their resting souls, but the living must endeavour to find strength in their mourning and persevere, wouldn’t you agree?“ Here again she treaded carefully. The man might not appreciate her pragmatism, he may find her flippant about the massacre that occurred. He may, however, see her point and find it to be honest rather than placating.
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Everett Price