@Pele Alarion
Green Dragon
He considered the question, and how to respond while keeping up the dragon thing, then grinned slightly. "Was there not a dragon who took up residence in the lonely mountain for over a century?" He asked with a little amusement. "I would say, if there was something which a dragon deems a treasure, he would be content to stay close to it for as long as he can." He shrugged. "Still, I suppose stretching one's wings is necessary from time to time, for one reason or another."
He smiled and wondered what she was thinking of all this talk, and also found it amusing himself to talk as if he were really a dragon. He smiled, seeing that she seemed to have enjoyed the twirl, and made a mental note to try and do another in a moment. But he didn't want to do so many that the lady became dizzy. "Alas, no, my lady," he answered her question. "I have never ventured to Lossarnach, but it sounds as if I have been missing out tremendously. I shall have to endeavor to remedy that at some point soon, even if it means dragging a wet blanket along the whole way," He added with an amused grin at his wording, and afterward hoped that the term was as common here as where he came from... otherwise the lady might be very confused about his reference to a wet blanket.
Teal Guy
He was glad to hear that she would not just.. not return at all. He would not like for her to get into any trouble, and also didn't want to have to be the one to tell her superior that she'd decided to stay. Especially since technically, she was probably supposed to ensure he had a safe journey back, too. But he was glad to move on from that topic, regardless.
"Yes, I should have time," He nodded with a smile in answer to her question about going for a ride. "Perhaps we might see if our local friends have any suggestions on some good places to go?" There was also the possibility of seeing if those same friends would like to join them, but at the same time, he wouldn't mind if she would rather not invite anyone else.
He thought for a moment as she mentioned the problem of lodging; for both herself and her horse. "True," he had not quite anticipated the expense of having to board his horse for the whole year, and Dusty was far more used to being free to roam the fields, back home. "Well," he mentioned, "If you're thinking of going around the farmsteads in the Pelennor, perhaps you ought to start with the one where our friend lives?" He suggested. "She's got her horse there, after all, and I happen to know that she really likes horses," He added with a little grin. He had worked with this particular friend a lot since coming to the city, after all, and had had plenty of opportunities to chat with her.
Seashell
She started eating after taking a seat, and listened to the young man's thoughts about her friend maybe showing his liking for music here. She considered that while she chewed, glancing toward the band of musicians. She had, of course, taken a good long look at each of them shortly after arriving, and had confirmed to herself that none of them were her friend. Those who looked near to the right age weren't playing the right instruments, and out of the couple of them playing the correct instrument, one was obviously too old, while the other was female, and also too old to be her friend. But that didn't mean that her friend didn't know any of them, right? She pondered that for a moment as she finished chewing and swallowed.
The young man's decision to stay with her for at least while the food lasted was a minor surprise, and she laughed lightly. "Well, how courteous," She declared. She halfway wondered if he had other reasons for choosing to stay, or if he was really that considerate about not leaving her to sit alone. But, deciding not to dwell on that too long, she smiled when he mentioned how he'd like to ask her name, and instead settled on Miss Seashell. "Sure, that works," She decided, then paused.
"
Orrr," She considered briefly, having to think back to recall the word that her friend had once used to speak about some particular seashells, "you
could call me Miss
Ulumúri, but that might be a little more difficult to pronounce," She shrugged, but smiled. If her friend was here, and heard such a name, it might possibly attract his attention, but she also understood if the guy didn't want to bother with a more difficult name since he was likely going to wander off after he finished eating.
@Arnyn
Rosy Pink
She was slightly frowning at her drink, which was nearly gone by now. Almost as if it had betrayed her by disappearing from her glass. Having stolen a glance down the length of the bar, as well as she could with a few others that had positioned themselves at various intervals, she saw where Night Sky Courtier 1 had gone. She recognized the glimpse she got of a pale blue dress even from here, and understood, at least, what had drawn the young man down that way. It didn't help her disappointment though.
Her gaze had returned to the glass, focused on a lone strawberry slice which clung to the side of it. All the others had vanished by now, and she was debating finishing off the last bit of the pink beverage and moving on to someplace else, when an unexpected voice spoke so near that she looked up in surprise to realize the man was speaking to her. Hazel eyes blinked as she focused on him, swiftly taking in the person before her. Clean-shaven, blond hair in a neat ponytail. He was both taller and older than the one she had been overlooked by, yet younger than the one who had spoken to her a moment ago. His voice was friendly-sounding, and definitely not one that she recognized. That made her hesitate briefly, out of some sense of caution, but at the same time, the fact she did
not recognize it was a bit of a reassurance, too.
But her smile widened a tiny bit at the compliment to the effort put into her outfit.
'More than you know,' she thought to herself with very mild amusement, for there had been far more to this than what could be seen by the average observer... Practicing how to walk in heels and various other things had been much more difficult than finding
what to wear. But the other comment was what made her smile softly, as he mentioned he particularly liked the face paint she wore. "Thank you," She answered. "But, I can't take credit for the artwork," She admitted. "A friend of mine did that, and I have sworn to keep her identity secret. But I will pass on the compliment when I have an opportunity," She added with a small smile.
It was a bit more of a surprise to hear him asking if she would mind him asking for a dance with her. She had hoped someone else would ask, but.. this the first gentleman here to have asked her to dance at all. And the added mention of lifting her spirits made her smile grow faintly. Had it been so obvious, she wondered? She hadn't
meant to look so glum. "Thank you, sir." She
would like to dance, and since no one else had yet asked, she had been beginning to wonder if
anyone would at all. "I would love to," She answered, reaching to accept the offered hand, but hesitated. "If.. you're sure you wouldn't rather dance with one of the other ladies?" She added, uncertain, and giving the man a chance to change his mind. She had seen him walk up to the bar with a
very beautiful lady, and she couldn't quite imagine why he would leave the extremely lovely Lady Amethyst, to come over and ask her to dance, instead.
@Arnyn @Karis Ziranphel
Blossom
Though Fairy assured her that the flying was not some sort of skill which the folks in these parts had developed, sir Wolf's words were surprising as he declared he had not merely flown, but
soared over the Pelennor. The lady was somewhat amazed to hear this, trying to imagine how something like that could be accomplished. She couldn't help but wonder how busy the healers in this city might be, if very many people attempted such things. It sounded dangerous to her, but perhaps there was some way of going about it that was quite safe. Though, when he said that very few had either seen or experienced such a thing, she decided that perhaps the healers here were not kept so busy with people trying to be birds.
"It would be fascinating to hear the tale," She mentioned, but gave a nod of understanding when he asked to refrain from questions until he had returned. "Of course," She answered with a little smile. "And no, I meant to say that I have no preference, I am fine with a surprise." She added before the gentleman left to get the drinks. Partly because she really didn't know the options, and was not sure what sort of juices would be available in this region.
Turning to the other two ladies once he had gone, she admitted, "I'm really not used to things like this. It's far more elegant and.. well, fancy.. than any social events they have back home," She glanced around, indicating the exquisitely decorated venue, and the event itself. She looked curiously toward Fairy. "You said you have been to my homeland? I know it's far.. simpler than here, rustic perhaps.. but I hope that you had a pleasant stay, at least?" She mentioned with a genuine smile.
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