[He'd seen Drows, yes. But had never known one closely. The small town where he'd grown up didn't see a lot of much of anything. Most of the settlement was human, though it had a decent population of dwarves and elves. And since he'd run into Trent, he hadn't met much of anyone. So he was entirely unaware of Drow's were normally quite so cold, but he would take Essek's word for it since he had no reason not.
As more of the admittedly disaster of a beard was shaved away, he felt better, lighter. Maybe this really could be a new start for him, maybe he really could get away from Trent for good, live a life again. It all seemed entirely too good to be true. He watched Essek, eyes fluttering at the brush of those fingers near his mouth. Now would be a terrible time to flinch into the blade.]
Tomorrow might be best. [Bren was growing more and more aware of how remarkable it was that he was still on his feet.]
I... I'd rather wait for you to show me. [A pause.] Not that you have to, of course. I'm sure you're busy with many more important things.
[This was about the moment that he was too busy backtracking that he did move beneath that blade, a small swell of blood rising from the nick.]
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Date: 2023-03-16 03:28 am (UTC)[He'd seen Drows, yes. But had never known one closely. The small town where he'd grown up didn't see a lot of much of anything. Most of the settlement was human, though it had a decent population of dwarves and elves. And since he'd run into Trent, he hadn't met much of anyone. So he was entirely unaware of Drow's were normally quite so cold, but he would take Essek's word for it since he had no reason not.
As more of the admittedly disaster of a beard was shaved away, he felt better, lighter. Maybe this really could be a new start for him, maybe he really could get away from Trent for good, live a life again. It all seemed entirely too good to be true. He watched Essek, eyes fluttering at the brush of those fingers near his mouth. Now would be a terrible time to flinch into the blade.]
Tomorrow might be best. [Bren was growing more and more aware of how remarkable it was that he was still on his feet.]
I... I'd rather wait for you to show me. [A pause.] Not that you have to, of course. I'm sure you're busy with many more important things.
[This was about the moment that he was too busy backtracking that he did move beneath that blade, a small swell of blood rising from the nick.]