Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Complete?
"As you wish." Another lifting of the glass for yet another sip. For some strange reason, this felt much like a conversation in which the heavier she was medicated through Faram's glorious grace of booze, the better they would all be in the end. Then Rictor was actually counting, and the smith found herself quickly swallowing down the liquid she had just taken a mouthful of.
"I rather enjoy Ari's company, and suspect I would not be distressed were she to wish to share more of her time with me in way of her choosing." Because they were friends, who enjoyed spending time together and.... Partaking in each other's... Comfort. The fact that Aspel was willing to bend to another person's will, the fact that she wanted to use her time for the entertainment of another, and the fact that she did honestly quite enjoy being around the other woman was its own blaring signal. Though, the self based realization that Aspel did want to possibly spend more time with Ari of her own accord was.... Shaking in its own regard.
"She is......" What was she? "becoming... quite comfortable for me." Would Rictor understand? Probably not, but at this point the smith had rather desperately tried to explain herself to her little brother in her own strange and round about way.
However, with that, their meals would be delivered, and with food readily available, it was time to eat. Though, that would not be the end of conversation either as the council member, and the silver blade - while bridging a gap that may not have been easily done - still had business to discuss with the impending undead threat that loomed upon their horizon.