Private Tales The Stars, the Stars, the Stars

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Faye Valimir said:
"You have the wylds, Talorgan, and I have my workshop. You made sure I stayed alive, and I promise to do the same for you here."
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"And I trust you completely," Tal replied. He gave a something approaching a complete formal bow but he cut it short.

He stepped out into the cool night air. He glanced upwards at the stars. He briefly wondered if his father had news of him leaving already. He could imagine that already.

You were seen leaving with a common artisan before the cheese was brought out Talorgan!


Faye Valimir said:
."But if you must admit fear at seeing dragon fire, then please do say so, and I may be able to protect you." A sweet smile spread over her lips. She had made a jest.
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"I shall hide behind your apron," he declared.

"But how do you control it? Heavy bricks?"
 
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"It is simple, really." Faye crossed to the double doors, pulling them open and showing the dimness within. "You train a dragon."

The workshop was in fact large enough to house a smaller dragon, and from the mezzanine level, a light clicking coo sounded. Faye motioned for Talorgan to follow, her hand lifting upwards to wave to her dragon up above. "Cathàn was against using his dragon fire at first, but my father's dragon demonstrated how it should be done. Besides, we only need a small flame to work with."

After all her teasing and warnings, Faye did not plan to throw him through burning hoops so soon.

"How about you watch me work first? That way you get a sense of what to do."
 
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Talorgan briefly imagined trying to convince Biersys to slink down streets and into a tight space. Even though she was smaller than Cathan and would cling to rocks for shelter, she did not like the city.

"I'll watch, but perhaps we should open that wine. Let it breathe," Talorgan replied.

"And then I will stand back over here with my beard in tact and watch."

He looked around the space, genuinely curious. He offered a small, respectful bow to Cathán and followed after Faye.
 
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"Yes... you are right. Wait a moment... take a seat right there." She lit a lantern by a chair before moving to light every sconce and candle. Faye pointed to the large and plush armchair as she crossed to a closed door. A key was produced to unlock it, and for a minute, she jad disappeared into the cellar.

Moments later, the wooden stairs creaked as she appeared back into the workshop. A bottle in hand and two crystalline glasses set upon the side table near the chair.

"Cathàn is determined to get you to face your fears, you know? The fact you're nervous around dragons amuses him." She smiled.

The white dragon with clouded eyes let out a chirp of noise, one that could be taken as laughter.
 
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Talorgan made himself comfortable as Faye headed to the wine cellar. Her craft was remarkable, he thought to himself. He was glad she had such a pleasant working space.

She was a driven woman. She had risked a lot to expand her arts, travelling far into the wilds.

Faye Valimir said:
"Cathàn is determined to get you to face your fears, you know? The fact you're nervous around dragons amuses him." She smiled.
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"I am not nervous around dragons!" he declared quite seriously.

"I am nervous about fire indoors," he corrected. He chuckled and looked up at Cathan.

He uncorked the bottle and poured them both a little wine.
 
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Faye could not stifle the laughter his admission had elicited. Even the dragon let out a noise that sounded like amusement.

Eyes bright, she looked to Talorgan with a grin. "As I mentioned earlier, dragons are trained. The smithy would use more dragon fire than that of glassblowing." A glass of wine before she would take him on a tour of her workshop seemed a good idea, after they had walked from the party to here, it was something else altogether to take a moment in one's own familiar home.

Taking her poured glass, she procured a wooden stool and picked it up in one hand to place it near the armchair of where Talorgan was seated. "I do wonder, should you return home with a souvenir or would that only incriminate you further for following a lower class woman home?" The smile on her lips were wide, holding a playful edge to her eyes. She looked as if she were up to no good. "Or is your family a great fan of my work, they would not bother to look at the fact their good, noble son is befriending artisans now?"

No matter the truth, Faye was not one to be so conscious of any differences nor let it affect her.
 
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He offered the white dragon yet another glance. He hadn't held a conversation where human and dragon both seemed to enjoy that he was on the receiving side of the jokes.

Talorgan held up his glass. A little nod of thanks and he took a sip.

"Very nice," he said, setting the glass back down.

Talorgan looked down and scratched at the corner of his beard. He was more comfortable with a few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. He still looked like a man uncomfortable in formal wear.

"I think my family is used to disappointment," Talorgan replied. "Used to dissapointing them too."

He took a sip of wine.

"Not that I'm implying..."

That he was trying to upset them by being here and spending the night. He sat upright again. She was probably enjoying his slight discomfort. He laughed briefly.

"... Anyway. No need for a souvenir. Here to enjoy learning."
 
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Faye doubted they would finish a project for him to take home as a souvenir, but then came the thought that perhaps his life was not one that would suit to carrying a trinket so fragile. Talorgan, she came to know, was someone that preferred to be out in the wilds and without all the finery. Faye liked that about him, that he could bring a sort of fresh air to Thanasis and it's usual flair.

She swirled her wine, letting it air out a little more but liked having to hold something to keep her hands busy. "There are many nobles that want my creations, Talorgan, that would like to mingle and dangle their favourite glassblower artist before others because it gives them that edge of finding something one of a kind. Select few of those types I would call a friend. The rest are just clients, for it is I that set that boundary." She poised her glass below her nose, inhaling as she swirled it lightly again.

"I only know rumours will be spoken at that party, it is what they do. I do not take offence to any of it, but rather find it amusing. Perhaps it might make a few of the men think twice about dancing with me." She grinned, now taking a sampling sip of her wine. It was a divine taste, and if she knew any better, she should retrieve a second bottle.
 
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Talorgan watched the legs of wine slide down the sides of her glass. She looked perfectly content with her choice after taking a sip.

"I think some have good intentions," he replied. "People who want to use their money for something and so sponsor an artist to..."

Talkrgan paused. He took another sip of wine.

"You'll know that better than me, sorry."

There were plenty out there that were not being generous. It sounded as if he was apologising for them.

"You strike me as someone who doesn't mind turning people down. But, if it makes life less tedious, we can start stoke some rumours that might keep people away," he offered.
 
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Faye's brows arched, a smile pulling at her lips in intrigue.

"You pose an interesting idea, Talorgan." She takes a sip of her wine, eyes now falling to a spot on the floor as her thoughts began to wrap around what he hinted at. "Say that we do... but what will we do to truly stoke the fire?"

She straightened her spine as she was seated on the stool, almost to a point where she looked down at him. "I would have an idea, but it requires attending yet another societal event."
 
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