Who said anything about my intentions being clean? You may not know this but back at home, I do have quite the reputation.
[ The grin he gives her is nothing short of teasing, both because at this moment he truly doesn't have any intention other than taking her to shop as promised and since there's no need to remind her of what his reputation is. They both know it well, which is all the better for playing it up now and then for the sake of their entertainment. It's what Lorenz would do, after all, even if once upon a time the noble in question would've brought up that reputation in far less joking contexts.
Still. With her hand in his since he doesn't let go while leading her back to collect her shoes, or on the way to the market a few blocks away from the inn, or when they arrive. The market tonight is full of activity between there seeming to be more stalls than usual open for business and a handful of extra musicians and performers at the intersection of rows or streets they'll have to check back on at some point.
This is as close to meandering through Derdriu hand in hand as they used to in another life, and yet again nostalgia comes back to tug at all the edges of his mind. It's a reminder that he should have made a point of doing this sooner - not that Hilda needed to be escorted anywhere or that she wasn't perfectly capable of coming here to explore on her own. It's a nice memory, yet another one he hadn't consciously noticed how much he'd missed until examining it closer. A running theme for him lately, really.
With one tug of their linked hands he brings her with him as he turns down the aisle he was looking for when spotting the sellers he was looking for as they passed through. This particular stand is one with all kinds of beads carefully laid out in their trays by shape, color, size, and material for buyers to browse through. ]
Here's some of what I was telling you about. Look at these.
[ With his free hand, Claude gingerly picks up a marble sized bead made of glass to handle it with care as he holds it up to the nearby lantern. While it looked like unassuming cobalt while in the tray, the light makes it come alive when it catches the material suspended in the glass so that it shines brightly as it with silver and gold sparks. Not unlike the stars, he realizes suddenly. It's even more fitting. ]
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[ The grin he gives her is nothing short of teasing, both because at this moment he truly doesn't have any intention other than taking her to shop as promised and since there's no need to remind her of what his reputation is. They both know it well, which is all the better for playing it up now and then for the sake of their entertainment. It's what Lorenz would do, after all, even if once upon a time the noble in question would've brought up that reputation in far less joking contexts.
Still. With her hand in his since he doesn't let go while leading her back to collect her shoes, or on the way to the market a few blocks away from the inn, or when they arrive. The market tonight is full of activity between there seeming to be more stalls than usual open for business and a handful of extra musicians and performers at the intersection of rows or streets they'll have to check back on at some point.
This is as close to meandering through Derdriu hand in hand as they used to in another life, and yet again nostalgia comes back to tug at all the edges of his mind. It's a reminder that he should have made a point of doing this sooner - not that Hilda needed to be escorted anywhere or that she wasn't perfectly capable of coming here to explore on her own. It's a nice memory, yet another one he hadn't consciously noticed how much he'd missed until examining it closer. A running theme for him lately, really.
With one tug of their linked hands he brings her with him as he turns down the aisle he was looking for when spotting the sellers he was looking for as they passed through. This particular stand is one with all kinds of beads carefully laid out in their trays by shape, color, size, and material for buyers to browse through. ]
Here's some of what I was telling you about. Look at these.
[ With his free hand, Claude gingerly picks up a marble sized bead made of glass to handle it with care as he holds it up to the nearby lantern. While it looked like unassuming cobalt while in the tray, the light makes it come alive when it catches the material suspended in the glass so that it shines brightly as it with silver and gold sparks. Not unlike the stars, he realizes suddenly. It's even more fitting. ]