[ she catches him looking, and viago shifts his eyes to the waiter, waiting for them to leave. she does it on purpose, he laments silently as he sips his wine, and as teia continues the conversation as if nothing had happened, he sighs to himself wearily.
you chose this, he reminds himself as he sets his glass down. and as her eyes light up and an easy smile graces her features, the warm candlelight casting a glow across her cheeks, viago cannot think of any other option but her.
-- ah, right, she asked a question. ]
A day's ride. [ so... not really, but the acreage of each of the estates was enough such that you needed to stop for the evening at least once. he spends the majority of his time in the smaller of the two estates, where he and his mother had stayed in one of the guest houses of whatever irrelevant lord had lived there before. now that he owns the entirety of the property, he keeps a zealous guard over the small home where his mother had given birth to him, lived in, and died in. there's a slight shadow that passes over his face before he shakes his head slightly; now isn't the time to dwell on such melancholy. ] But the fields bloom with daffodils and buttercups, at this time of year. [ utterly useless in alchemy, but beautiful. he thinks teia would like them. ] So it isn't an altogether painful journey; you would like it.
[ he considers that for a moment before he offers her somewhat of a crooked smile, his eyes lighting up just enough to match his teasing tone: ]
Though you would be bored; no such thing as taking restaurant meals to go or casinos open until the early hours of the morning in Salle. Only horses and olive trees, I'm afraid.
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you chose this, he reminds himself as he sets his glass down. and as her eyes light up and an easy smile graces her features, the warm candlelight casting a glow across her cheeks, viago cannot think of any other option but her.
-- ah, right, she asked a question. ]
A day's ride. [ so... not really, but the acreage of each of the estates was enough such that you needed to stop for the evening at least once. he spends the majority of his time in the smaller of the two estates, where he and his mother had stayed in one of the guest houses of whatever irrelevant lord had lived there before. now that he owns the entirety of the property, he keeps a zealous guard over the small home where his mother had given birth to him, lived in, and died in. there's a slight shadow that passes over his face before he shakes his head slightly; now isn't the time to dwell on such melancholy. ] But the fields bloom with daffodils and buttercups, at this time of year. [ utterly useless in alchemy, but beautiful. he thinks teia would like them. ] So it isn't an altogether painful journey; you would like it.
[ he considers that for a moment before he offers her somewhat of a crooked smile, his eyes lighting up just enough to match his teasing tone: ]
Though you would be bored; no such thing as taking restaurant meals to go or casinos open until the early hours of the morning in Salle. Only horses and olive trees, I'm afraid.