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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:00 pm
"Aye, children all have their troubles indeed," she chuckled, smiling widely.
She winked then, a sly smile curling upon her features before she added, "And there is always time for long stories- however, we'd best get to know each other a little better first,"
She grinned, before glancing sideways down the street, and blinking as she caught sight of a rather familiar looking white-blue hairdo. She wasn't sure whether or not it was him though, and thus, didn't say a word for the moment. After all, it looked like the white-blue head was heading their way.
"Hm," Dragonfly murmered, looking thoroughly distracted.
"Oh wow! A personal blacksmith- Yeah! Just like Amidamaru and his best friend- from Shaman King," Lance grinned, before tilting his head curiously in the direction Dragonfly was staring, wondering who, or what had claimed his author's attention so thouroughly.
Oh, he hoped it wasn't who he thought it was...
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:10 pm
Pales laughed in response to Dee's remark and nodded obviously agreeing with her. There was a sharp bird-like tilt to the man's head as he observed Dee's attention being visually dragged elsewhere and he followed her gaze with a raised eyebrow, "See someone, or something familiar?" he inquired politely.
Armel grinned at Lance and nodded, "Aye! Somethin' like that!" he was only somewhat familiar with the reference. Though just as Lance looked at Dee, he did too. What was going on now?
"Aye, somethin' wrong, friend? Yer expression seems troubled while y'ma's face seems thoughtful." Armel remarked with an observant tone.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:18 pm
Lance grunted a little, still hoping that it wasn't the foul tongued serpent that his mother liked to pal around with.
"Something wicked this way comes," Lance mumbled under his breath.
Dragonfly's keen ears however, caught this comment, and her head turned to scowl disapprovingly at the young dragon.
"Lance, that isn't at all appropriate," she frowned, shaking her head, before looking through the people again, and grinning, "Oh~ It is him! I wasn't sure. Pales, if you and Armel would like to meet Morian now, he's coming this way!"
She grinned widely, before rasing her arm and waving it to her friend.
"Moorian!" Dragonfly called cheerfully, "Unstick your gaze from the pavement and look up for once you geek!"
Dragonfly was teasing of course, but nonetheless, she was right.
Morian looked up, blinking thouroughly from behind his glasses, before raising his eyebrows, and pulling himself up a little straighter. His pace quickened a little, before he stopped dead and noticed that Dragonfly was with another person. He hesitated for several moments, before sighing, and continueing towards them.
"Two is company and three's a crowd," he mumbled under his breath.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 7:50 pm
Armel snickered a bit at Lances' comment uttering a simple, "So I see," in return.
Pales nodded a bit to Dee's comment about meeting Morian, it certainly would shave a few items off of the to-do list not to mention ease many worries all at once, "I'm up to it." he said cheerfully, not seeming to pay mind to the moments of hestation made as Morian approached.
The ram-horned boy watched Morian approach as well, almost as if looking him over to see just why Lance disapproved of the one called Morian. So far the man looked like that of a hard worker, which gained Armel's nearly instant favor. Though there could be a very good reason as to why his new friend disliked Morian and so Armel reserved further judgement until he could see more.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 8:03 pm
Morian stopped just out of Pales's arms reach, eyeing the stranger with a scrutinizing gaze, before looking over to Dragonfly.
"Good afternoon Dragonfly," Morian murmered curtly, before turning his gaze to Lance and Armel.
He frowned a little at the knowledge that there were even MORE people that he'd have to deal with, but it couldn't be helped. After all, if Morian had even attempted avoiding a convorsation, Dragonfly would've dragged him into it anyway.
Sigh.
Dragonfly reached out to grab Morian's hand, and pull him closer towards her. Morian stumbled a little at this, and gave Dragonfly a disapproving glare, before sighing, and straightening himself up once more.
Dragonfly grimaces as she pulled her hand back, before whiping her hand on Morian's shirt.
"Just finished working, I presume," Dragonfly laughed, looking Morian over, and nodding in her analysis.
Morian's clothes were covered in grease, and dirt. Dirt was smeared across his cheek, and his hands were black with grime. He reeked of grease, oil and dirt, but it couldn't be helped.
"I was on my way home when you waved me over," Morian mumbled, before eyeing Pales again, "And you?"
"On your way home to Aekea. From Durem," Dragonfly murmered, eyeing the other suspiciously, though Morian wasn't about to give any explination to her.
Dragonfly sighed a little at Morian's chosen silence, before looking over to Pales, and grinning.
"Morian, this is Pales, Pales, Morian," Dragonfly said, introducing the two, before adding, "I wouldn't shake his hand Pales, it's filthy,"
She laughed brightly, before glancing to Lance.
Lance coughed a little, before adding in, "Yeah Morian. This is Armel too. He's my friend,"
Lance sounded a little defensive in his statement, but one could glance past it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 8:20 pm
Pales' lips flickered a small smile at Dee's mention of Morian being filthy. For all he could see it was a slightly sisterly-teasing and commentary. When introduced instead of reaching for a part of Morian Pales bowed, "Glad to meet you." He murmured softly. The man was obviously trying to be polite.
Armel simply nodded while Lance introduced him. The ram-horned boy seemed somewhat guarded while observing Morian before he too spoke, "Well met." Armel murmured not wanting to be thought too rude. He didn't take much note about the defensive tone or seemed not to. That or it wasn't really noticed being an undertone.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 8:34 pm
"Indeed," Morian replied to Pales, forcing a smile.
Morian bowed in response to Pales's, though his was stiffer, and a little more forced. Normally he would've offered the other a snide remark, however, he knew that he'd pay for it from Dragonfly, thus he kept silent.
Lance eyed Morian with distrust, before huffing a little, and crossing his arms over his chest, his tail swishing behind him.
Morian then turned his full attention to Armel and Lance, and he dropped down to their height, scrutinizing Armel.
"Hello Armel," Morian mumbled, nodding his head to the child, giving the other a polite (yet still forced) smile.
Morian had never been one to pay much attention to kids, and thus he'd felt he'd said all he needed to to the ram haired boy, and pulled himself back up properly onto his feet.
"Morian, you're timing is quite excellent, you know. Pales and I were just talking about whether or not their were any blacksmiths around. I mean- we're both sure their are, but neither of us really happen to know any. I don't suppose you'd know anyone?" Dragonfly questioned, tilting her head and raising a questioning eyebrow.
"Dragonfly, you of all people know that I don't particularily like getting to know people. Thus my knowledge of any blacksmiths is slim," he replied in an almost cutting tone, before he paused a moment, "I do know one, however. Why do you ask?"
"Mmm... Pales, care to take this question?" Dragonfly quirked an eyebrow, smiling slyly.
Morian knew THAT smile all too well. Dragonfly was up to something, and it involved him.
He already didn't like it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 8:47 pm
Pales balked for a moment when Dee laid it upon him to ask this favor of Morian. He was momentarily struck with a bout of shy-ness before he cleared his throat and spoke up again, "Well, my son wants to learn the way of the Blacksmith. The only suitable way for him to do that is to be an apprentice to one. If he wants to learn right that is." Pales didn't smile or seem to beg he just laid the facts down on the table, "I will of course pay what is needed." He didn't seem to put assumptions of Morian being the one to teach Armel anywhere in the explination.
Armel returned the forced smile with a smile of his own before Morian had stood back up and turned his attention back to Pales and Dee.
Though he had no tail, Armel would easily be swishing is own about right now. Likely due to Lances' own already swishing tail, sort of like shaking ones knee. Once someone notices the action it begins to be unknowingly copied. The ram-horned boy dared not say anything in the presence of his parent and strange man to his new friend, likely assuming it'd be over heard. Adults seemed to have super-duper sonic hearing when it came to that.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 9:21 pm
Dragonfly felt badly as she watched Pales seem to squirm for a moment. She'd put him on the spot, but alas, it was too late to take the action back now.
Morian's brow furrowed as he considered the request, looking down at Armel with a scrutinizing gaze once more.
"He's really young, don't you think?" Morian replied, crossing his arms too, mimicking Lance, though he didn't notice this.
Lance however, did, and as soon as Morian did it, he dropped his arms at his side, glaring softly.
Lance glanced over at Armel, watching the other's reactions to the convorsation, wondering.
Morian sighed softly, shifting a little, looking thoughtful, and somewhat disgruntled.
"To be brutally honest, I'm the only blacksmith I know. I've never taken on an apprentice- and- well. Dragonfly puts it best. I'm brutally honest, and horribly cynical," he looked over to Armel, his brow furrowing further into a frown, "I don't put up with pansies, whining, moping, bitching, crying, or- or anything of the like,"
Dragonfly shrugged her shoulders behind Morian, before nodding her head in agreement with what the other said.
"Morian doesn't really like people," Dragonfly added.
As if the fact actually needed to be said.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2006 9:44 pm
Pales didn't seem to mind the brutal honesty, and he simply replied with his own bit of honesty, "Well, I have yet to see Armel to do any of those things except for crying. The crying only happened once and that was after a particularly bad nightmare, and I won't get into the details of that at this time." The man wasn't brisk as much as he refused to beat around the bush, "Armel, though sociable enough doesn't really care for many people at all really, and I guess that is because he is quite diplomatic even for his age."
Armel raised an eyebrow and glanced at Lance offering his friend a faint smile, "I'm not that bad, am I?" he said this in a low tone only his friend could hear apparently fed up with being shy about talking to Lance.
The man glanced at his son and then at Morian, "Well you don't have to take him on at all if you do not want, and if you did I am willing to have him wait though I have always been told that the earlier is often better," he shrugged a little before continuing on, "He's already carving things from wood and hasn't given himself a serious cut yet.
Again, it is up to you. He and I can wait, or I try to find someone else. Failing that then I might have to suggest to him something different." Pales stated with a small nod. It was not stated as a bleeding heart story or anything of the sort. Though even he could swear he heard the world's smallest violin playing somewhere.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 4:57 pm
"I can understand nightmares.." Morian lamented, relenting a little on his nasty abrasive attitude. It was quite possible that Dragonfly really was slowly wearing off on him...
"Anyway, it is true that starting younger is better- but I work long hours in the day, so the only times I'd really be available to teach him would be fairly late into the evening and horribly early in the morning, and Sundays and mondays," he paused a moment, his features grim, before he sighed, and offered half a smile (a true, unforced smile, which was really something), "But if Armel is willing to put in that kind of effort, and determination well- well then I'll take him on as an appentice, and do my best to teach him everything I know,"
Dragonfly clapped from behind Morian, before prodding him in the shoulder.
"Oh come on, you're not off work THAT late. I mean, you start at seven in the morning, and finish at- what time is it now? Three thirty. Ah. You must have finished at three then, I suppose. Anyway- What I'm getting at is you're not as busy as you say you are, and you know it," she teased.
Morian's shoulders slumped slightly, and he sighed a bit, before smiling weakly to Pales, and shrugging non-chalontly.
"And as par usual, Dragonfly is right again," he mumbled. He sighed a bit then, his hands finding their natural path into the pockets of his dirty work jeans.
After a long silence, Morian sighed again, before deciding to speak once more.
"Anyway. Anytime after four- I need an hour to get home and clean up- and you can drop your kid off in Aekea with me. We can start whenever he's ready, in the next few weeks. Drago has my phone number, ask her for it. I don't have a pen or anything. She's always got one, somehow,"
Lance was getting very bored with all the chit chat, and he sighed heavily, dropping his head a bit and allowing his eyes to fall shut. He jolted a little as Armel addressed him, and he grinned a bit.
"From what I can tell, no, but adults exagerate,"
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 5:39 pm
Armel nodded a bit to Lance and murmured, "That they do. Wait a sec. I'mma ask if we c'n go a head of 'em, so we can talk a bit more without worryin' what we say...much." Granted when the parental units caught up to them the expression of children's free speech would be interrupted.
Pales seemed unaware of the plottings the two children were going through as he listened to Morian relent -- gradually especially under the will of Dragon-chan, "Anytime is fine really. Armel is usually up at the crack of dawn anyways and sometimes earlier." He laughs a bit and nodded, "After four it is. I'm sure you'll find him to be ... stubborn if anything, and he doesn't like to give up. It isn't in his vocabulary."
Armel just kind of ignored the commentary about his character and spoke up to the group of adults, "'Ey Da', would it be alright if Lance and I go ahead and find us a place to eat?" as an afterthought he added, "We won't go in or anythin' we'll wait outside where you can find us right away and look af'er each other." After all both had good common sense it seemed, at least to Armel.
The man was about to say something else to Morian but was interrupted. He glanced at Dragonfly but nodded vaguely. What Dee would say would likely be the final deciding factor.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 5:56 pm
Lance's eyes brightened at the suggestion of going ahead. After all, it wasn't like they couldn't handle themselves. However, Lance knew well of his mother's protective tendancies, and his insides squirmed at the prospect of having to wait.
"Pleeease mum?" Lance asked, looking up at his gaurdian with hopeful eyes.
Dragonfly hesitated with her answer, looking over at Pales, before looking back to Armel and Lance. Lance had grown an awful lot since she had first been locked in the study- but he was still just a little kid.. Dragonfly didn't know if it was really okay to let the two go off on their own...
When Pales said yes though, even more pressure was weighted onto Dragonfly's shoulders, and she was fighting a battle against her maternal instincts to keep her adopted son close at hand. However, she knew that Lance was very self-reliant, and she knew that he could take care of himself...
"Alright," she finally relented, "But stick to the main street- and don't go too far- if you've reached the clock tower that's too far and come right back!"
She was fretting like a mother hen, and inwardly, it made her smile. If she had known this was where she was going to end up, she would've said that the person telling her was crazy.
Yet her she was, and she was happy to be there.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 7:03 pm
Armel nodded at Dragonfly and simply waved at Lance to have him follow. The ram-horned boy didn't seem to be quite the touchy type unless he felt he could trust the other person in question. Which he knew he could trust Lance, but still touchy-feely was not his way, indeed not.
Pales watched as the two began to wander off and looked back at Morian, "Hopefully I'll try not to be late at all, and I'll try to notify you if for some reason we can't make it," he smiled a bit and added, "If he ever is late it'd likely be my fault than Armel's, he's pretty much the sort of child that when he agrees to go somewhere he is on time or would like to be on time."
Once far enough away Armel spoke freely to Lance, "Ye disfavor that Morian man a lot, aye? C'n I ask why?" curiousity tended to be a powerful lure for most any child. Armel wasn't sure if he disliked Morian or not. He did not get the pleasure or displeasure to spend time with the man ... yet.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2006 7:11 pm
Dragonfly watched Armel and Lance walk away, and kept them in sight for as long as she could, before she turned her attention back to the convorsation at hand, though her features were a little grimmer. She was more than likely needlessly worrying, but she couldn't help herself. Sigh.
Morian meanwhile, was more interested in the convorsation with Pales than in the childrens' disappearance.
"As long as you are dropping him off, his tardyness will be forgiven, but as he matures, It'll be his hide if he's late," Morian replied, "On evenings when he's with me I'll provide dinner and such, so you won't have to sent him with a lunch baggy or anything. Just let me know what he likes so I can pick up food on my next grocery shop,"
Not that he did his own shopping. Somehow he'd conned Dragonfly into doing it. He just hated people that much.
"Notification is always good. Likewise, I'll let you know if something comes up and it's a bad evening for me,"
"Not that that ever really happens. Unless you're sick," Dragonfly murmered, rolling her eyes a bit.
"Dragonfly," Morian replied in a mocking tone, "You should know me better. Even when I'm sick I get my work done,
Dragonfly huffed in reply.
"I don't like the way he looks at my mom. Vincent doesn't like it either," Lance mumbled, kicking a stone with his toe, and sighing a bit, "There isn't anything really WRONG with him. I just- I dunno. He rubs me the wrong way. Gets my tail in a twist, as my mum puts it,"
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