Practice! With Wellard
Jul. 9th, 2009 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
A young Elf*, dressed in sturdy green and brown cloth and soft leather shoes, walks into the bar.
It can, perhaps, be forgive if his first reaction is wariness and his hand flicks towards the white handled knife at his belt.
Then he laughs.
"A tavern of Men, in the middle of the forest? I have not heard tell of this."
*see (here) for description of Elves, and Legolas in particular.
It can, perhaps, be forgive if his first reaction is wariness and his hand flicks towards the white handled knife at his belt.
Then he laughs.
"A tavern of Men, in the middle of the forest? I have not heard tell of this."
*see (here) for description of Elves, and Legolas in particular.
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Date: 2009-07-16 12:53 pm (UTC)To Wellard: "You are welcome to share with me, if you wish."
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Date: 2009-07-17 05:33 am (UTC)Wellard continues to look on with amusement-
Before looking back at Legolas, and quickly shaking his head.
"I- I mean no offense by it, and I do thank you for your offer. But I rather prefer not to drink."
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Date: 2009-07-17 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-17 06:11 am (UTC)"I had been working on a few things before you arrived- though usually, the idea of doing any sort of work down here leaves one open to interruptions and distractions."
Meaning, he would have stayed up in his room had he not been open to the idea if interruptions and distractions.
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Date: 2009-07-17 06:21 am (UTC)"Does this place so often show up in your path, then?" He asks, curious.
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Date: 2009-07-17 06:50 am (UTC)"Usually its due to... some sort of complications in their own world, or if they can return to it or not. Others prefer this place, with both its benefits and dangers."
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Date: 2009-07-17 07:11 am (UTC)"How do you mean that some cannot return?" he asks, carefully. "While I might rest, I do have duties to my king I must carry through."
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Date: 2009-07-17 07:17 am (UTC)"Some people find their way here, and the door locks behind them. Not for always, but for a time. Others, here- Well."
He taps his fingers on the table top.
"For them, the door to this place is found between life and... whatever afterlife they were headed to, be it heaven, hell, or any others that I've heard of from people here. They are just as alive as any can tell, but if and whenever they leave, the way out through the door continues on to where every they were headed, after they died."
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Date: 2009-07-17 07:25 am (UTC)"Then what is to happen in the home they have left, while they are held captive by this most unexpected of taverns?"
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Date: 2009-07-17 07:29 am (UTC)He gestures at the front door. "Either time freezes out there while you're in here, so you return exactly when you left, or it moves so slowly as to make nearly no difference." A quiet chuckle, and Wellard flashes a grin.
"There are some people who come here to take advantage of it, even. To finish work or research when they wouldn't have time at home otherwise."
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Date: 2009-07-17 08:20 am (UTC)"What is it that you do here--Wellard?"
He is guessing, here. He thinks Wellard's name basically boils down to 'Wellard son of Henry son of Wellard,' as is a rare but existent naming convention among traders.
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Date: 2009-07-19 03:21 am (UTC)"I am planning out provisioning for a ship, though this is new. Before, I was learning on how to design and build a ship, which I then did, when it was summer outside and the weather cooperated."
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Date: 2009-07-19 06:14 am (UTC)"Where is it that you plan to sail?"
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Date: 2009-07-19 11:46 am (UTC)Of course, this all serves nicely to postpone his reply for a few moments.
"The sky."
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Date: 2009-07-20 03:49 am (UTC)Ew, cram, says his face eloquently.
Then, after Wellard speaks and he's swallowed the sip of wine that he'd taken, he laughs delightedly.
"Is the sea not big enough?"
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Date: 2009-07-20 05:04 am (UTC)"Even if we do have to be careful as to what people see her- but there are plenty of places in the world for us to go to."
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Date: 2009-07-20 05:48 am (UTC)He eats a slice of cheese and apple.
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Date: 2009-07-20 05:54 am (UTC)"I wouldn't think they'd be much more of a worry than the gulls and seahawks and other birds were, with a regular sailing ship."
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:13 am (UTC)"The Eagles? Do you not have them...in your world?" he uses the term awkwardly. "They have wingspans of a hundred feet or more, in these after-days."
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:21 am (UTC)"... Albatrosses have... maybe a ten or fifteen foot wingspan, and they're the largest birds I've ever heard of. Even the seahawks don't get that big."
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:25 am (UTC)He might be laughing at Wellard's face, a little.
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:29 am (UTC)"There are stories, occasionally. Myths and fairy tales. But nothing that I can recall about giant eagles."
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:35 am (UTC)Then, cheerfully, "You shall have to start some myths about Eagles. They are not fond of dragons, if that helps."
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:42 am (UTC)"Though I'll still keep my eyes out for giant eagles. Afterall, isn't there a Roc to match up with the Kraken? And there is a Kraken." Wellard pauses, then takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
"Or there was. But it did still exist."
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
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