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Bothered, agitated and annoyed, they were all terms that could be used to explain the young man's current mentality. He disliked humans, and as a rule the voice of one, lacking any grace, sounded like some screeching animals. It was with a sigh that Eir'helm stood there, rubbing his temples and trying to fight the overwhelming need to tell the human to go fall on his own sword.
He didn't. No, Eir'helm stood there trying to follow just what the human was saying, trying to keep control. All he did for the moment was stand there, stand and nod.
It was only when the dark elven woman seemed to appear again, with a bowl in her hands that the Silrosian let himself have a small smile. The company improved, slightly, and Eir'helm let himself explain his interest.
"The Scales of Dissonance, Bryn's Brillante, Dolcissi Discorsa and others. There are songs I have heard of that can bend space and time more then just make ears bleed. I have gaps in my education as I was on a pacifist path, but like you with your sword I have realized a need for other abilities. Give me these?"
The bowl? It looked like water, but the elf knew well enough of the human's habits. He had seen the man consume a mass of leaf; more then could be easily justified. Leaf was supposed to be savored, but the short lived man had consumed it to extremes. He expected little more from the vysstichi, though there was something curious about the woman. She was small, but seemingly no child. She had a voice that was deeper then he had expected, and things didn't seem quite right in the lady elf.
She didn't seem like vysstichi he had known as a boy. She was too small, still, his fingers traced the border of her smile and the lightborn dared to try a steal a kiss to the mouth's edge.
There was no water, just that, and the second set of fingers set to play the healers hymn, to recover from the sensitivity of his promotion. He tried to give her a little kiss in thanks for the offer before retaking his seat.
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