[ Things have been okay, surprisingly, with Rhy. There have been mutual assurances between the both of them that what occurred was something desired, not forced - even if the initial push had been an outside source. It was good, and he felt good - and it seemed as though Rhy did as well.
Kahlil hasn't had much intention of pursuing Rhy more seriously. He knows the man has quite a few admirers and lovers - for better or worse Kahlil knows himself to be the jealous type in these matters. But there's still flirting, and something open-ended left on the metaphorical table.
He could never have this in Basawar.
Tonight he invites Rhy out with him to a tavern in the castle city. The place is a little nicer than his usual gossip-gathering haunts, and he actually allows himself to drink a little than he might if he were alone. The mood has been somber amongst the natives as of late and people are still wary of the Summoned, but there's still pockets like this where people don't stare at them when they take a table in a corner and order some wine. Reminders of the burned harvests and tainted waters are here in the shortened menu lists. The mood is good, at least. There's a troupe playing instruments in a corner, and a few inebriated folks are attempting to dance. ]
I wish they'd move a little farther from the fire... [ Kahlil says with a wince and a wry look as he takes a drink from his glass, enjoying the warmth in his belly - and the handsome company. ]
rhy;
Kahlil hasn't had much intention of pursuing Rhy more seriously. He knows the man has quite a few admirers and lovers - for better or worse Kahlil knows himself to be the jealous type in these matters. But there's still flirting, and something open-ended left on the metaphorical table.
He could never have this in Basawar.
Tonight he invites Rhy out with him to a tavern in the castle city. The place is a little nicer than his usual gossip-gathering haunts, and he actually allows himself to drink a little than he might if he were alone. The mood has been somber amongst the natives as of late and people are still wary of the Summoned, but there's still pockets like this where people don't stare at them when they take a table in a corner and order some wine. Reminders of the burned harvests and tainted waters are here in the shortened menu lists. The mood is good, at least. There's a troupe playing instruments in a corner, and a few inebriated folks are attempting to dance. ]
I wish they'd move a little farther from the fire... [ Kahlil says with a wince and a wry look as he takes a drink from his glass, enjoying the warmth in his belly - and the handsome company. ]