Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, |
As Aspel had become rather well trained when it came to Ari, when the hand was offered, she of course took it, and it seemed as though they had been in the same mindset of wanting a kiss. With this, the smith easily settled in, returning quite happily in her own regard with the crowd forgotten in that instance altogether. However, with a pleased low hum Aspel found her face warming a bit with a faint blush coloring her cheeks at the cheers. The fact that she’d been so wrapped up in just being happy to see the bard, and she’d forgotten the others around, well… She’d simply leave that be for now as Ari was shooing them off, and thrusting things towards the smith who - of course - took up the offered items without thought or complaint. “You have gotten quite skilled with the scheiltholt.” And perhaps, there was just the faintest hint of pleasure at that notion in her voice seeping through as fingers gently moved over the instrument to examine it. Had it really been more than a year already? “It is not so different from a dulcimer, in the end,” Ari said as she knelt next to the instrument case, making quick work of the coins that filled it. “I am not very impressive -- but this did seem the time of year to take it out for a bit of fun. I’m glad you enjoyed it, though you missed the drinking songs, unfortunately for you.” Standing, she took the instrument back so that she could tuck it carefully away, closing the clasps and slinging the strap she had attached crosswise across her chest. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself. Care to join me for that well-deserved food and drink? Even if by ‘drink,’ I mean cider… at least for me.” “Ah, well, I believe you are.” A beat. “And perhaps I will have need to request a private showing at a later point, no?” And of course, there were hints at something else in her tone as she spoke as well. The instrument was carefully handed over so that the smith was certain she wouldn’t hurt the instrument at all before watching Ari pack everything away. “I am.” Aspel couldn’t help but smile as eyes wandered over the bard briefly before rising up to meet Ari’s eyes. Perhaps… She had had just a little bit more drink than she’d really intended before now, but… It was Bierfest! Eyebrows rose, and amused smile crossed her lips. “I would loathe to move backwards in my endeavours today. You will forgive me if I chose drinks other than cider this eve?” With that, Aspel shifted, offering her arm out to Ari without thought. “You have only to ask, of course,” Ari replied with a smile. After all, when had she ever turned down a request from Aspel for music? The other woman’s appreciation for her art was one of many appealing things about her. “You may have a private performance at any time of your choosing -- with, perhaps, your choice of costume.” Aspel wasn’t the only one who could hint, after all. Though she had to laugh as she took the other woman’s arm. “I would never dream of limiting you to cider. I’m not cruel, darling. Besides, I rather enjoy you after you’ve had a few drinks. I’m only sorry I can’t join in. Another time, I promise you.” Looking out at the crowded street, Ari added, “So, where to, of Kerwonian cuisine? I am quite serious about food -- all that playing has made me hungry.” |