Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
A low chuckle rumbled in her throat, as a form of agreement, but no words would be said. From long ago, Aspel had been taught to appreciate the arts as they had potential to be just as powerful as any sword, and the Cassuls were able to recognize such with ease, or at least, her mother had and most female members of the family.
"If that is what you desire, I am certain it could be arranged." Generally, in the past she had avoided such purchases, not for enjoyment of the fabric of the feeling it could present but because of her tendency to come home covered in sweat and blood when she'd been enduring the first few years of her Sentinel training, the continued lack of carpet had simply been more a matter of habit than actual real thought. "Heh, indeed it does."
The series of verses and changes Ari went through slowly and readily, brought a distinct level of ease, as wounds mended and minor fractures sealed themselves. Not to mention, the pleasant sounding melodies had nearly caused her to relax enough to sleep, in addition to having become more comfortable with the bard's general presence due to their trip out of the city. The simple question barely registered and Aspel had to force a low "Mmm?" before the words completely registered after being turned around in her brain. It would take a moment before she managed to pry her own eyes open. "Better?" It took her a moment to fully grasp the situation again. "Yes, much." A faint smile would emerge. What had they been talking about? Oh yes.
"It is queer how life changes with time." Aspel was still half out of it at best, but at least now she didn't feel like her body was about to revolt. Turning her head slightly, she smiled, looking at Ari. "I recall the first time I heard you sing." Her words were heavy, slow and subdued, while her tone was still pleasantly reminiscent.