As I finished the song, the children quickly dispersed. Returning to play, in the mist of the crowd forming in the main hall. Cheering, excitement? Could I be missing my opportunity? Then a sense of panic rushed in. I started to pack my lute, when a voice spooked me.
“That was one beautiful song,” the voice spoke. I turned with a reaction that showed my brief fear. “Sorry,” He smiled, holding his hand out, “The name is Farlyyn Silverblood. Nice to meet you milady.” His voice ended in a smile. Damn! Already looking like a fool! I need to look confident.
I stood, shaking off the spook he had given me. “It’s quite alright,” I responded, taking his hand, “Akira. And thank you by the way.” I continued wrapping my bag around my shoulders. Then I continued to walk to the back of the crowd, to see the man Jason, standing at the top of the stairs. His arm spread, and the growing crowd still screaming. I scanned the room for the man I had seen. Nowhere to be found, must’ve left.
“I wasn’t scared by the way,” I spoke to the Elf who had followed behind me, my head facing forward still, “You merely spooked me.” Don’t want him to think I’m a coward now.
I may not have known much about combat, but I knew how to make myself seem resilient, confident. “I assume you’re here to join the Children of the Sword,” I spoke, refusing to say ‘sons’. Looking at him for a response.
“That was one beautiful song,” the voice spoke. I turned with a reaction that showed my brief fear. “Sorry,” He smiled, holding his hand out, “The name is Farlyyn Silverblood. Nice to meet you milady.” His voice ended in a smile. Damn! Already looking like a fool! I need to look confident.
I stood, shaking off the spook he had given me. “It’s quite alright,” I responded, taking his hand, “Akira. And thank you by the way.” I continued wrapping my bag around my shoulders. Then I continued to walk to the back of the crowd, to see the man Jason, standing at the top of the stairs. His arm spread, and the growing crowd still screaming. I scanned the room for the man I had seen. Nowhere to be found, must’ve left.
“I wasn’t scared by the way,” I spoke to the Elf who had followed behind me, my head facing forward still, “You merely spooked me.” Don’t want him to think I’m a coward now.
I may not have known much about combat, but I knew how to make myself seem resilient, confident. “I assume you’re here to join the Children of the Sword,” I spoke, refusing to say ‘sons’. Looking at him for a response.