Recent content by Sung Chei

He chuckled. "Moments is the right word to use. I tend to spend them in quiet rexation. take a moment to breathe, maybe take a short walk. Simple things like that. What about you my lady?" He was putting in equal effort to get this going. He wanted this to work. And He hoped for much the same...

He smiled back, almost shyly. He told her, "I'm sorry for my earlier rudeness. For that I have no such excuse." "It is enjoyable." he said simply. "I don't often do it just for the pleasure though. Not enough time in the day for it. I'm glad you can take the time to enjoy the simple things...

"Your concern for my comfort is touching my lady, I thank you for it." He says back to her politely. "I do apologize for not attempting to approach you earlier. I was simply unsure of how exactly to approach one such as yourself, and whether it would be appropriate or not." He caught on to her...

The baron arrived just as she was mounting up. "Apologies about keeping you waiting my lady." Seeing as she was already mounted, he went to his own horse, a majestic, black destrier and mounted with impressive skill despite his slight potbelly. He urged his horse next to hers and asked, "Shall...

The baron and duke had the grace to look embarrassed by this, but Sung Na appeared confused by her statement. Such might not be quite that surprising as he wasn't native here, but even so he seemed to understand that he'd done something wrong. He'd make it a point to remedy that later. He...

Sung Na stood clad in a tigerskin vest and loose-fitting pants, much like Sung Chei's white tigerskin vest. The duke and baron wore comfortable but formal clothing, all stood behind their seats as they waited for the Queen to enter. All of them greeted her politely with bows and wished her a...

"Your guards are most vigilant. I applaud them." He says helping her up. "Servants always gossip, it's one of the trademarks of the profession." He remarked. "Sleep well my lady." Such might not necessarily be the case. It wasn't exactly uncommon, or even unexpected, for one to speak with...

"That depends on the storyteller. Some say they can speak, some say they still live together, others say that his constellation is simply a keepsake for her to remember him by. I've always been told the second version during my childhood." He remained standing but kept his gaze fixed on the sky...

"I suppose one in your position would value privacy more than most." He admitted. He looked up at the sky, observing the western constellations he'd been trying to familiarize himself with. "A true statement, but that particular myth isn't so ridiculous as one might think in your position...

She was quick too, quite the promising warrior, as he stepped aside to avoid her flying knee-kick he also spun backwards to strike the back of her head with his heel. While the attack itself wasn't particularly impressive, her response to the threat his riposte posed was. Ducking into a roll to...

"Not bad." he said calmly. then the growling started again. It was time to show a little more skill. He approached again. This time he went forward, but went even lower, spinning low and sweeping his leg across the floor, aiming at her ankles, and very suddenly leaping up, and following through...

He chuckled. And when she said "Let's dance" His face grew grim, he closed his eyes, inhaled then exhaled, and his eyes opened. They'd gone sepentine, catlike really, and as he exhaled he let out the sound that very few people had heard, his family was referred to as "The tigers of Xian Kin" for...

"As good a reason as any to have a barn in a castle." He said with a chuckle. "I had though most resources, such as hey and food would be stored in the undercroft. Not in a barn. Especially since the undercroft is harder to destroy with trebuchets." "Why not. I need to keep my claws sharp...

"Not at all." He told her. "I imagine so. Our family isn't a terribly functional one and I imagine you don't much like the subject. Don't worry, he likely won't bring it up." He grinned, "I'd be honored my lady. Please, don't hold back on my account. I hope for a good fight." He'd follow her...

Sung Chei looked up as she came in. "My lady, I though you were out in the gardens with my brother at this time. Has something happened?" He seemed concerned, in a professional way. He didn't much like having guards at his door, it seemed to put more lives in danger, and any assassin that could...