Return to the Known Aug 23, 2021 14:41:03 GMT -6
Post by Èdan on Aug 23, 2021 14:41:03 GMT -6
"Nonsense," the knight protests with a smile, perhaps a bit more boldly than is intended, "Humbleness can be an endearing quality, and it feels more a warm home than most cold castles out there." There's a bit of a scoff as he takes another drink from the flagon, before he continues, "You should not sell it so short. I could name more than a few nobles whom could take a page from your book. They have all the aspirations of gentry, with none of the gentle nature, and all and more to learn about humbleness."
The invitation for stew came unexpectedly, however, causing him to focus on her with an unspecific sort of confusion, even the flagon pausing on it's way back down to the table. When it starts moving again, being placed down, the look seems to search for something, though unclear what. A part of the knight's mannerism should be object to this notion. Rules were rules and they were meant to be followed on bane of honour. (But also the day has been long, the events plentiful and the ale soothing and warming the belly). In his own negligence to this, he beings to realize it's been a bit too many sentences without a 'my lady'.
Finally, the knight leans one elbow on the table, still not quite with confidence as he seems to parse this into, "You offer is kind, though I would not wish to rob even a spoonful of your meal, for you've been in dire need of it. But.." The gaze wanders a moment, finding no purchase of escape, and finally settling on the candle on the table, "Perhaps.. under the circumstances of the day, certain.. compromises? Could be made towards etiquette.. for the betterment of one's health." The words don't roll out even, but it's evident the poor knight's trying something fierce. Any other day, any other place, (Any other person) and that thought might not even cross his mind.
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