When Valkan replied to Freya in her tongue, she quirked a brow and then laughed outright, his broken speech and senseless accent added to the humor of his words as he spoke. She curled a hand around her mouth in hopes of maintaining decorum, but it was useless.
“Sea otters?” She laughed. “Why, I thought to compare to a clown fish than a sea otter. What an honor.”
Freya noticed the way his eye caught as she'd leaned upon her elbows, the smile situated on her lips turning from one of amusement, to one of intrigue and flirtation. His attention was fixed to her, the alcohol liberating both people from their restrictive mannerisms and mental guards.
“For a foreigner, you're speech is quite well.” She complimented softly, her voice edged with a seductive lull. “My Common is horrid in comparison, heheh.”
Then he'd humored her with a story, a very humorous and well thought out story that had Freya blushing, laughing, and grinning all throughout the tale. His gestures and the way his voice carried gave way to vivid imagination as she saw what he had apparently seen in her mind. Freya nearly spat her ale out when he mentioned 'Hammock Swinging' and simply crumbled into a fit of laughter as he took another drink from his cup, proclaiming its truth.
“So truth, yes.” She giggled out once the laughter subsided. Without pause, she lifted the tankard to her lips once more and downed the rest of the ale just before dropping the cup back onto the table with a rather loud 'thud'. Some time had passed since Freya drank as much as she did tonight. The ale numbed her body and mind and she was starting to become careless with her words. Valkan's story was humorous, if it was even true, and it brought up many things Freya thought about over the course of the arc. Namely Kian and where he'd wandered off to. As if to erase the thoughts of him from her mind, Freya shook her head slowly and drifted a thin finger around the rim of her mug.
“Are you a man of many stories?” She asked, looking up at him with a light smile. "You seem like one. I'm sure your woman appreciates the tales you must spin for her. What a lucky lady." Of course, this was an act to fish for the more private details of Valkan's life, but the way she told it, Freya's compliment seemed genuine.
Just then, an individual entered the Crest Break that held an air of familiarity. Freya glanced, not expecting her contact to stare back at her from across the bar. She did a double take to make sure she was seeing him correctly. Yes, that was him and not the alcohol. He was late, thus their business would run well into the night and of course, the woman was beyond tipsy. A scowl reached her lips as she turned back to Valkan.
“I'm sorry...” She told quickly. “I have to go. Um—“ The woman paused, wondering what excuse she could give but had none. Watching his features, Freya smiled and rose, moving to press a kiss to his cheek. “Talk again? Come back soon.”
And before he could have a chance to respond, Freya moved through the bar, towards her contact, and other the door the two went...
“Sea otters?” She laughed. “Why, I thought to compare to a clown fish than a sea otter. What an honor.”
Freya noticed the way his eye caught as she'd leaned upon her elbows, the smile situated on her lips turning from one of amusement, to one of intrigue and flirtation. His attention was fixed to her, the alcohol liberating both people from their restrictive mannerisms and mental guards.
“For a foreigner, you're speech is quite well.” She complimented softly, her voice edged with a seductive lull. “My Common is horrid in comparison, heheh.”
Then he'd humored her with a story, a very humorous and well thought out story that had Freya blushing, laughing, and grinning all throughout the tale. His gestures and the way his voice carried gave way to vivid imagination as she saw what he had apparently seen in her mind. Freya nearly spat her ale out when he mentioned 'Hammock Swinging' and simply crumbled into a fit of laughter as he took another drink from his cup, proclaiming its truth.
“So truth, yes.” She giggled out once the laughter subsided. Without pause, she lifted the tankard to her lips once more and downed the rest of the ale just before dropping the cup back onto the table with a rather loud 'thud'. Some time had passed since Freya drank as much as she did tonight. The ale numbed her body and mind and she was starting to become careless with her words. Valkan's story was humorous, if it was even true, and it brought up many things Freya thought about over the course of the arc. Namely Kian and where he'd wandered off to. As if to erase the thoughts of him from her mind, Freya shook her head slowly and drifted a thin finger around the rim of her mug.
“Are you a man of many stories?” She asked, looking up at him with a light smile. "You seem like one. I'm sure your woman appreciates the tales you must spin for her. What a lucky lady." Of course, this was an act to fish for the more private details of Valkan's life, but the way she told it, Freya's compliment seemed genuine.
Just then, an individual entered the Crest Break that held an air of familiarity. Freya glanced, not expecting her contact to stare back at her from across the bar. She did a double take to make sure she was seeing him correctly. Yes, that was him and not the alcohol. He was late, thus their business would run well into the night and of course, the woman was beyond tipsy. A scowl reached her lips as she turned back to Valkan.
“I'm sorry...” She told quickly. “I have to go. Um—“ The woman paused, wondering what excuse she could give but had none. Watching his features, Freya smiled and rose, moving to press a kiss to his cheek. “Talk again? Come back soon.”
And before he could have a chance to respond, Freya moved through the bar, towards her contact, and other the door the two went...
