12-01-2011, 12:31 AM
Rory had gone for a stroll around the borders of Cercatori d’Arte with not a whole lot on his mind. He was happy with his mate, though he hadn’t seen her much lately. Saorise wasn’t feeling very well and he had to take care of her. Not that he minded but it was a bit tough on him to care for her. He just hoped that he wouldn’t get sick from his niece but it was entirely possible.
So he was wandering the border and saw a lone figure by the beach. The wolf seemed lonely so he changed his path towards them. His brown eyes were soft out of concern and his steps slowed as he neared the figure on the beach, clearing his throat to get their attention. It was a female but there was something a bit off with her eyes.
But that didn’t matter to him. ”’Ello, miss. Me name ‘tis Rory Ward. What might yer’s be?” His Irish brogue had not gone away or really decreased in intensity. But his accent had always been very understandable and apparently very charming. He smiled at her but had a suspicion that she wouldn’t be able to see him. He stood a little awkwardly, waiting for her answer.
So he was wandering the border and saw a lone figure by the beach. The wolf seemed lonely so he changed his path towards them. His brown eyes were soft out of concern and his steps slowed as he neared the figure on the beach, clearing his throat to get their attention. It was a female but there was something a bit off with her eyes.
But that didn’t matter to him. ”’Ello, miss. Me name ‘tis Rory Ward. What might yer’s be?” His Irish brogue had not gone away or really decreased in intensity. But his accent had always been very understandable and apparently very charming. He smiled at her but had a suspicion that she wouldn’t be able to see him. He stood a little awkwardly, waiting for her answer.