A Man in need of Cheering-up {OPEN}

[Asfaloth]

OOC: This thread is open for anybody and anything. You may want to read this other thread: http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=7183 first, but it's not neccessary. All you really need to know is given here.

 

IC: "No, I'm fine really. You all go on and celebrate without me and I'll see you at the forge tomorrow afternoon. I have wall duty tonight so I need to get back and get to sleep." After excusing himself from the company of Master Farrell Shawn made his farewells to the rest of the armory staff and left the Tavern. They were here today to celebrate his becoming a Master blacksmith but he could tell he was bringing the party down. He couldn't help it, it was hard to celebrate without Dene here with him.

 

So Shawn left the tavern and made his way back to the Yards. He hoped noone would notice his dark mood, but he feared it was inevitable that some would. He went to the mess hall, got some food, and found a seat at a table by himself. Looking around, he watched in silence as the Guards and trainees came in for lunch. He hoped none would sit with him. He really wasn't in the mood for conversation.

 

It seemed though that he wouldn't be getting his wish as someone approached from behind and sat right next to him. What a shame, he was really hoping to be left alone today. Well, time to put on that happy face and pretend everything's fine.

 

OOC2: Don't let his dark mood scare you, Shawn will talk if you join him. This is open for anything to happen, no plan at all.

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

As Promised. Took a few liberties, tell me if i need to edit.

 

 

It was the look on Shawn's face that beconed to her to greet the man more than anything else. The long look was rare on his face as his relationship with anouther Tower Guard had always kept him in high spirits. She knew some of Anwashawn from their shared duty along the wall. Not all shirked at thier duties, although Carima was temped at times to gamble them away. But with her luck in betting she would probably gain more than the lost. Some were just luckier than others. And if ther ewas one thing Cairma was unlucky in, it was Gambling. Bets, Cards, Dice, Daggers... All of it.

 

 

She paused, knowing the man had not seen her yet, the sword on the the table, beautiful in design, caught her eye. The boy had mentioned blacksmith work quite a few times, and was excited that he could try for a Master Title. What Cairma was more impressed was the time he could dedicate not only to the work of the Blacksmith, but also to his training as a Tower Guard. No matter how she looked at it, she found most of her time building up her strength and her spead to wield Beast which in turn left her with very little time for any other sort of antics.

 

But on the rare occasion, mostly to keep Aran off her back from being 'over worked' as it tends to make her 'sad and no fun', She found herself heading to the usual hang out in the common rooms in search of a pint or two of Ale and a good game of Daggers. She beat out Aran last time, although the boy cheated, and got a kiss out of the deal. Her second still made her blush, no matter how innocent it was. But she had told no one of what had occured that night with the Green Aes Sedai. It was her story to keep secret. And she guarded that as closely as every other secret she knew.

 

Walking up, she stood by the table that Shawn sat at, unclipping her sheath and removing Beast from her back. "For a man that should be celebrating, you seem glum. I see your Masterwork Sword and she is beautiful." She smiled with a sympathic smile, long nights with constant Guard Duty with the boy was enough to have her warm up to him. It took a while but eventually he won her out, enough for her to show some emotion, that is. "To you mind the company and a listening ear? Seems you have something on your mind. Not that you need to tell me. I could always find anouther table..."

 

 

 

 

Cairma Vishnu

TG

[Asfaloth]

OOC: Thanks for joining in. Wonder where it will go.

 

IC: "For a man that should be celebrating, you seem glum. I see your Masterwork Sword and she is beautiful."

 

The voice was familiar but he couldn't quite place it. That meant the voice probably belonged to one of the Guards he'd served with on occasion, since he recognized it but couldn't put a name to it. Well, no matter who it was, he couldn't let her see his pain. The hurt was too fresh.

 

"Do you mind the company and a listening ear? Seems you have something on your mind. Not that you need to tell me. I could always find another table..."

 

Ah, now he knew who she was. Cairma. She was fun, friendly, and easy to talk to. In different circumstances he wouldn't have minded sharing a meal with her at all. But now was not the time. "No, it's ok, go ahead and sit down." The silence dragged on as she was apparently waiting for him to talk but he was still not willing.

 

No, he couldn't go through with this. Cairma deserved better, she deserved the truth. Or at least, some semblance of the truth. "Thank you for the compliment but it just doesn't seem worth it anymore. Yes, this sword is my Masterpiece but it's nothing more than a piece of junk to me now."

 

A look of bewilderment crossed her face and he continued. "You see, this sword was specially made to be weilded by one hand and one hand only. The balance was made with one person in mind and the grip was specially designed for the grip of one particular hand. Only, now, the person at the end of that hand doesn't want anything to do with me so I can't give it to her. She'll never know how long I worked on it, how I thought of her the whole time. She'll never know."

 

"She'll never know," he continued. Abruptly pushing himself away from the table he stood up and grabbed the sword. "If you're looking for a celebration, you're right they are throwing a party for me. It's down at the Racing Stag, but I couldn't stick around. I couldn't stay there and pretend to be happy. I thought I'd come here and eat in peace but that's evidently not going to happen. So, I'm going to a tavern to get knock-down drunk. You're welcome to join me if you want, but I am leaving."

[Guest Arie Ronshor]

"So, I'm going to a tavern to get knock-down drunk. You're welcome to join me if you want, but I am leaving."

 

She forced herself to keep from growling in self frustration, curiously wondering what the Patthern had started to weave for her. Why is it that I have to start dealing with the broken ones?. Maybe it was her turnt o repay the world for sending Aran to the rescue that it was now sending people her way to help. She wanted to be a Tower Gaurd, not the new Tower Babysitter (Now that Aran was jsut shaking it up instead of being a general pain in everyone's side. Or so the rumours said.)

 

Taking a very quick moment to breath down her temper, she gave Shawn a sympathetic smile. "Well, I know of a few drinking games that will help make it all quick and painless. And i'd rather be with someone that won't try to take advantage of my state of intoxication." She stood from her seat and took her sword in her hand. "Lead on. I dont' have to report for duty for a few days at least."

 

 

 

Cairma Vishnu

[Asfaloth]

OOC: This is continued here : CHEER-UP!! {open to all}