05-18-2011, 09:33 PM
The grey male watched her, he was trying at least to be pleasant to her. It was a point of irritation to him that she cared so little for anyone. He wished she would just leave him be if this would be how they interacted. Saluce looked at the bottom of the bottle, knowing it was nothing but a bit of wine mixed with her spit, and it turned his stomach. Part of him wanted to grab the bottle and throw it off against some tree, another part wanted to drink it to just prove a point but he did neither. Saluce just turned away from her, walking back to the cart he had loaded up, he started rummaging through a few items before withdrawing his own stolen bottle of wine. This bottle however was his and he didn’t intend on sharing.
The man popped the cork and took a swig, smacking his lips together as he tasted the wine, nodding in approval as the bottle slid to his side, a show of possession over it. “You aren’t the only one that has raided the vineyard before Farore,” he stated quietly as he stood next to his horse, looking across at her. Her form was very easy on the eyes for a single man, but her actions and words made her very unappealing. If it wasn’t for his secret affection for Nayru he wouldn’t suffer her sister as much as he did.
“What do you plan on doing with yourself now that you’ve stayed in dahlia for a while now?” knowing by nature a vagabond could never be counted on to stick around.
The man popped the cork and took a swig, smacking his lips together as he tasted the wine, nodding in approval as the bottle slid to his side, a show of possession over it. “You aren’t the only one that has raided the vineyard before Farore,” he stated quietly as he stood next to his horse, looking across at her. Her form was very easy on the eyes for a single man, but her actions and words made her very unappealing. If it wasn’t for his secret affection for Nayru he wouldn’t suffer her sister as much as he did.
“What do you plan on doing with yourself now that you’ve stayed in dahlia for a while now?” knowing by nature a vagabond could never be counted on to stick around.