Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"Mm, dawn is some hours away yet." And her age would be left alone with that. Considering her position, skill sets, general life views and well... looks, there would be foolish few would could confuse Aspel for a spring chick by any means.
An eyebrow curiously raised as Ari began her story and while listening, fingers crept towards the bottle of mead, beginning to pick at its label and roll the little bits she could get off of the corners into small balls before releasing them to bounce from her fingertips to the countertop. The smith would remain silent for the entirity of the tale only a small "Mm." or "Ah." slipping out at parts that warranted such a response with a nodding of her head for good measure. Even with the pause given between Ari's question and her summary of feelings regarding the story. Only when a longer pause came, an uncharacteristically sad smile was given, one heavy with years of trouble. "I believe I fear the things I cannot undo from past actions that were taken without full concern or flight of fancy more." The smile dropped, eyes returning to the small bits of shredded paper on the table for a moment. "I believe now, in carefully measured and planned actions that lend themselves to a specific end in days as such and...." Her voice faded off, eyes seemingly lost a moment before she drifted back. "My apologies." Maybe it was the beating she had taken that day, perhaps it was the mead, but her words, while comfortable and not really giving much away made her feel shaky, unsure of what she would say next if given a chance and as friends seemed always unsure these days, she'd much rather not scare them with such ominous words or thoughts. "I am sure that is an offer I will use soon, my life does not lend itself to much gentleness."
"Perhaps." The smile that rose this time did not hold the same lingering sadness of the one just moments before, but there was still something restrained in it all the same. "Then would you favor me with a poem this eve?"