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Topic: Whiskey in the Jar [Complete] (Read 767 times)
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Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #15 on Aug 13, 2010, 10:56am »
Aerion found himself smirking ever so faintly, quickly taking a drink from the ale to hide his smile. "Something tells me it is not hard to embarrass you, Andrew."
“So what is it made of, do you know which metal? I’d like to take a look at it, if you didn’t mind."
Aerion nodded. "Ahh, I was told it was Grey Iron. It's not in the greatest of shape, but... I don't know, I can't bring myself to part with it. I don't mind if you look at it."
As Andy began to talk of weapons, Aerion focused his attention on the food, simply arching a brow at him. The kid talked. A lot, usually. But this was different, even for him. Clearly Andy's father had taught him something of smithing as well, and Aerion was very interested in what Andy had to say.
Then he stopped talking.
Aerion frowned, straightening and looking over his shoulder in the direction he was looking. Turning back to Andy, Aerion's frown deepened. The kid didn't go back to talking. In fact, he went straight to sulking into his soup. Part of Aerion wanted to call him out on what distracted him, but another part recalled Andy's displeasure in talking about things that upset him. So Aerion cleared his throat a bit. "You were saying about ordering a weapon from a smith...?" Aerion spoke before continuing to eat, pretending like he didn't notice Andy's distraction.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #16 on Aug 13, 2010, 1:12pm »
"You were saying about ordering a weapon from a smith...?"
“Hm?” Andy glanced up. “Oh, right. Ah…” He thought about his father and Edgewater and of course that had him thinking about Bit and he glanced over to the far side of the tavern, but could not see her, the woman. Flicking his eyes back towards his partner, Andy focused. “Right, well… maybe, um,” he flushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, when I go home for my brother’s wedding, if you’re, ah, still around?” Andy had no idea how long Aerion planned to stay in Highever. “You might like to travel with me, take some time off? And dad could take a look at your sword, he’d be so interested! And he could make you a new one… if he couldn’t do something with your old one.”
Andy prepared then to ask his friend how long he did plan to stay in Highever, if he considered it a permanent sort of assignment, or something on the way to something else, when a cloud of perfume assailed his nostrils. He blinked and winced a little. Material brushed past his shoulder and a woman, it had to be a woman as he could not see for the skirts in his way, stood extremely close to Aerion’s chair and leaned in, no doubt displaying her assets if the dress was low cut enough, Andy couldn’t see around the damned skirts, and spoke in a low, coy tone to the tall man.
“I’ve not seen you around before, soldier. Where have you been hiding?”
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #17 on Aug 13, 2010, 1:30pm »
“You might like to travel with me, take some time off? And dad could take a look at your sword, he’d be so interested! And he could make you a new one… if he couldn’t do something with your old one.”
Aerion's brows shot up in surprise. "That would be very nice of him, but I'm sure I can purchase a sword in town. I don't know how long I will be here..." Aerion realized then that he was likely to be parted from his friend soon, and the prospect was mildly discouraging. He had been enjoying Andrew's company as of late, and the men of Redcliffe were so---
Whatever Aerion's train of thought had been, it was abruptly cut off when a cough escaped him as perfume overwhelmed his nostrils. He turned to look at the offender when he was presented with a pair of bosoms like he had never seen before. Oh Maker. His eyes darted upwards from the lovely cleavage up to the woman's eyes.
“I’ve not seen you around before, soldier. Where have you been hiding?”
Aerion met the woman's gaze and frowned deeply, giving her a near murderous look as a faint growl escaped him. Immediately, the woman straightened, taking a step back from him. For once, Aerion was grateful for his unusual eyes, for they were clearly not what the woman had been expecting. "Do not get so close to me, Miss. Your company is not welcome."
"R-Right. S-S-Sorry." As quickly as she came, the woman was gone, leaving Aerion to rub his nose absently before he let out a loud sneeze.
"By the Maker, don't tell me all women wear that stink on them. I don't think I could handle it." He wasn't going to be able to get rid of that smell for the better part of the week. "What the hell was that? And why would she wear it?"
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #18 on Aug 13, 2010, 2:31pm »
Did Aerion just growl at a woman? Andy’s brows rose in shock. The woman moved backwards, her skirts nearly smothering Andy and swaying perilously close to his food. He moved his bowl protectively.
"Do not get so close to me, Miss. Your company is not welcome."
"R-Right. S-S-Sorry."
She whisked away, her manner less languid and more business-like and Aerion sneezed. Andy covered his bowl, grinning at the man.
“Your clean shaven look is attracting attention, Aerion!” Andy winked and chuckled, uncovering his bowl when his partner showed no more signs of sneezing. “Now, I am probably the last person in the world to offer advice on how to talk to women… but I’m pretty sure growling does not count as flirting.” Andy laughed and patted the table in appreciation of his own joke. Really, he shouldn’t laugh, but Maker, in retrospect…
"By the Maker, don't tell me all women wear that stink on them. I don't think I could handle it. What the hell was that? And why would she wear it?"
“You know, I couldn’t tell you. I don’t mind admitting women are a complete mystery to me, and I have two sisters. Tara likes to wear perfume, that’s what it’s called, by the way, but never anything that… heady.” Andy wrinkled his nose and lifted his mug, drained it and set it back down. “Bit used to smell like strawberries,” he mused quietly, then turned his attention to Aerion’s ale. “Want another?”
Andy turned about and caught the eye of the waitress. Her face lit up in a smile and she sailed directly towards their table, her expression looking… eager? “What can I get for you?”
Why was she looking at him like that? Andy felt the colour rising in his cheeks as he recalled Aerion’s comment about his moustache. He was going to shave it off he decided. Tonight. When he got back to the barracks. A hand landed on his shoulder and the waitress leaned in. Andy cleared his throat. “Oh, ah…” he raised his mug. “Ale, please miss.”
As she floated away, Andy turned back to Aerion, his eyes wide. “Maker's breath.”
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #19 on Aug 13, 2010, 2:45pm »
Andy's advice caused Aerion to frown. "Why would I want to flirt with her? She's... a whore. What reason would I have for being with her? She does nothing for me, and all I do for her is give her a quick buck." The concept of sex for pleasure was alien to Aerion, and that was fairly clear to Andy the more Aerion spoke.
Aerion just rubbed his nose some more, return his attention to the stew, eating eagerly. The soup's smell was much nicer than the perfume. "Why would you want to smell of food? Did she want to be eaten?"
“Want another?”
Aerion watched as Andy downed the remainder of the drink, arching a brow as he looked as his own barely touched ale. "No, I'm good. One thing I had been told by one of my pack members was that you're supposed to go slow with alcohol. It gives you less of an effect. Unless its the effect you're going for?" Aerion asked curiously, reaching for his ale and drinking more of it. "And why does the waitress seem to bother you so much? She's cute, she's close to your age... Why aren't you responding in kind?" Wasn't that what the usual reaction supposed to be?
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #20 on Aug 13, 2010, 3:11pm »
Andy's advice caused Aerion to frown. "Why would I want to flirt with her? She's... a whore. What reason would I have for being with her? She does nothing for me, and all I do for her is give her a quick buck."
A quick buck? Andy blushed; his cheeks fairly flamed with heat and colour. The term struck him as terribly crude. “Oh, well… ah… some men, and women? Well, they don’t seem to mind doing that.” Andy leaned in and whispered, “I don’t think she was a whore… um, they have this place, it’s called the,” If possible, he blushed harder, “The Woven Cap. I know, weird name… I have no idea what it means.” Andy scratched his head. “It’s a brothel.” He nodded. “You go there for… well, you know.”
He neglected to mention his own adventures at the Woven Cap. The memory was a little hazy, but he did know he’d not done the deed, much to the disappointment of Ferren and Linette.
Aerion looked up from his soup bowl. "Why would you want to smell of food? Did she want to be eaten?"
Andy blinked, then realised he’d mused out loud. “It was a nice smell,” he said defensively, then shrugged. “Have you ever smelled a strawberry?”
Aerion refused another ale. Andy nodded at his prudence. “Probably sensible. My limit is about two or three before my thoughts start to slow down, though sometimes that’s a desirable effect, eh? But you’re bigger than me, you could handle a couple, I’d reckon. Whiskey is EVIL. Don’t drink that.”
“…why does the waitress seem to bother you so much? She's cute, she's close to your age... Why aren't you responding in kind?”
Aerion’s words, ‘quick buck’ floated through his mind and Andy thought he might pass out from the amount of colour staining his cheeks. Rubbing the back of his neck, he glanced over towards the waitress, a move that proved to be a huge mistake as she caught his eye and smiled brightly. Tearing his gaze away, Andy looked at Aerion and started stammering. “Oh, ah, um, I,” he dropped his eyes to the table. He sighed. “I don’t know her,” he finished lamely.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #21 on Aug 13, 2010, 5:33pm »
A brothel? A place solely for... sex? Aerion shook his head in disgust. Were people so desperate that they couldn't be bothered to find the right person to do it with? They had to pay for it? Aerion recalled his own experience and his expression went from anger to sadness. Sighing a bit, he reached out for the ale and took a long gulp, eliminating half of it instantly.
Thankfully, Andy seemed to have not realized he spoke of strawberries aloud. The distraction was welcome to Aerion. "Yes, I have. And I have eaten them, too."
Aerion listened to Andy's experience and smiled a bit. "Whiskey is evil. Got it. It will stay way over there in its proper jars then."
But Andy's explanation caused Aerion to smile broadly once more. "A much nicer way of putting it than I did." Aerion raised his mug, recalling a tradition the humans in Lothering had taught him. "To having standards. Cheers, Andy."
Almost as soon as the two men drank from their mugs, an argument started up at the far end of the bar.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #22 on Aug 13, 2010, 7:02pm »
Aerion smiled broadly. "A much nicer way of putting it than I did." Raising his mug, he offered a toast. "To having standards. Cheers, Andy."
Andy grinned and raised his mug. He took only a sip, mindful of the fact he’d started his second ale. But he’d barely felt the first and after the food and the exercise and the long, long day, his confusion over certain thoughts, it was nice just to relax and the ale helped with that.
An angry voice drew Andy’s attention to the far end of the bar. Lowering his mug, he turned his head and looked towards the sound, catching two men leaning towards one another. One of the men, the shorter, squatter man, had a look of disdain on his face and Andy didn’t know why he pegged him for the speaker. Sometimes you could just pick a voice and match it. His ‘friend’ was taller, leaner and meaner. Andy could see the tendons in his neck and a muscle twitching in his cheek – a clenched jaw. The one hand he could see curled slowly, but resolutely into a fist.
Pulling his fingers from the handle of his mug, Andy glanced about the interior of the tavern. He didn’t recognise anyone, except the waitress, the bartender and… he caught a flash of red hair. Tearing his gaze away he said to Aerion, “I think we’re the only guards in here, reckon we should…”
There’s nothing quite like the sound of a fist connecting with flesh. Though Andy had witnessed few fights, he remembered the sound, heck, he’d experienced it firsthand less than ten days ago and the smack of his fist connecting with Nigel’s face reverberated inside his hears as he turned in slow motion to catch sight of the shorter man’s head rocking back on his shoulders.
Pushing back his chair, Andy didn’t even check to see if Aerion followed, he knew his partner would. He strode towards the bar and stood in front of the pair. The taller, leaner, meaner man turned and sneered at him.
“What do you want, kid?”
How tempting was it to sigh? Very. But Andy didn’t. He squared his shoulders, feeling faintly ridiculous, glanced at Aerion, and thought, ‘I’m the one that’s supposed to talk, right?’ Clearing his throat for good measure, a squeak would just not work in the current circumstances, he said, “Ser, ah, I’m a guard and,” and what? Crap! He swallowed. “Er, if you’re going to start a fight, you’ll have to step outside.” Holy Maker, did he just give this man permission to fight? Outside? What was the procedure here, where was the relevant passage in what book? “Please.” It never hurt to be polite, right?
The tall man blinked at him and a bark of laughter shot from his mouth. Andy blushed, and then grunted. He wanted to sigh! The tall man leaned forward and Andy noted that they saw eye to eye, meaning his opponent, and oh, yes, at this stage the man had become an opponent, measured about six feet.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #23 on Aug 13, 2010, 8:12pm »
“I think we’re the only guards in here, reckon we should…” Andy had just finished saying when the fist connected with the other man's face. Aerion looked to Andy and nodded, rising to his feet to follow his partner.
Who proceeded to try and negotiate with the drunk. Aerion had a gut feeling that was not the way to go about it. Sure enough...
“You gonna make me, kid?”
Aerion nearly snapped, sneering and glaring down at the man, moving from behind Andy to the drunk man's side. Normally Aerion walked with a slight stoop to shave off a couple of inches from his height, but in this instance he rose to his full height, his extra five inches over the other man giving him a good advantage a man who would otherwise be considered quite tall himself. As Aerion leaned forward, his yellow eyes glared downwards, his eyebrows burrowed into a deep frown, resisting ever urge he had to not growl at the man. Instead, he uncrossed his arms from his chest and lowered them to his side, preparing himself to back up his words if necessary. "With that tone? He won't, I will. In fact, since you just caused these good people that were enjoying themselves, I do believe you're disturbing the peace. So unless you want to back down, perhaps I should just haul you out and throw you in a cell instead?"
The man turned from Andy and found himself staring at a very angry Aerion. His eyes looked upwards and he visibly gulped. "Ahhh, no, no Ser. I'll behave."
Aerion looked down at the man and straightened, still scowling. "Good. Now apologize to my partner, apologize to him," Aerion motioned to the man he punched before continuing, "and buy the man whatever he's drinking. Oh, and sit down and shut up."
"Y-yes, Ser! I'm sorry, Ser. And Brian, you know I'm sorry." The man said to Andy before turning to his buddy, grabbing the stool he had abandoned.
"Yeah yeah. Now get me a fucking ale, huh?" Clearly the last part of Aerion's demand was not lost on the man and the two settled down.
Aerion lingered for a few moments, glaring at the pair before returning to the table. "Only I got the right to call you 'kid', kid. Don't take that from anyone else, you hear?" As if nothing happened, Aerion went back to eating his stew.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #24 on Aug 13, 2010, 8:45pm »
As Andy stood there listening to Aerion intimidate the lean, mean man, he invented a new face. The partner face. It said, ‘I’m with him.’ He kept it firmly in place as the man’s brown eyes left his blue gaze and caught the yellow glare just above his head. Andy saw the man's adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and wondered if that’s what his looked like when he gulped. Probably. He had to resist the urge to touch his throat. Did he also look that intimidated when he was stuttering and nervous? Probably. He needed lessons from Aerion.
The man promised to behave, apologised to Andy and his friend, and his friend asked for the promised drink. Situation resolved.
Aerion favoured each man with another glare, as if to pin them to their stools, and then returned to their table. Andy trailed along after his partner, shaking his head in bemusement.
"Only I got the right to call you 'kid', kid. Don't take that from anyone else, you hear?" Aerion dived back into his meal.
Andy laughed. “Eh, everyone calls me that, one of these days I’ll stop blushing and grow a proper face of hair and…” and…? Andy shrugged, having no idea how it would be different. He grabbed for some bread to mop up the dregs of his meal and then caught a movement in his peripheral vision. Glancing up, he saw the bartender approach, two fresh mugs of ale in his hands
Setting the mugs down, the bartender gave them a brusque nod. “You have my thanks.” He eyed the each of them in turn, curiously, then nodded again and returned to his place behind the bar.
Andy eyed the new ale. That would be his third. He’d barely started on his second. With a shrug, he lifted his current mug and raised in a toast to his partner. “Here’s to your social skills, Aerion. I think the captain would be impressed!”
Remembering his earlier train of thought he asked, “So how long are you thinking of staying in Highever?”
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #25 on Aug 13, 2010, 9:14pm »
“Eh, everyone calls me that, one of these days I’ll stop blushing and grow a proper face of hair and…” Aerion arched a brow at that.
"Kid, it's not about facial hair. It's about attitude. If you're going to be a guard, you gotta be... I dunno, angrier. Stronger. You got to make them believe that you will not only kick them out, but break an arm while doing it. That's the only way anyone's gonna respect you." It was the only way anyone ever respected him anyway.
“You have my thanks.” Aerion nodded politely at the man.
"Our pleasure. Thank you." Aerion finished off his first ale and set it aside, looking back to his partner with a slightly bemused smile. The anger faded as he reached out for a piece of bread to do the same with his stew.
“Here’s to your social skills, Aerion. I think the captain would be impressed!”
Aerion laughed, taking up his new ale and raising it. "Hear, hear, Andy." Somehow, the second ale tasted better than the first.
“So how long are you thinking of staying in Highever?”
Aerion wondered where that came from, then recalled the earlier conversation. "To be honest, I don't know. It's up to Bann Teagan, really. If I'm required elsewhere, that is where I would go. Although I must admit, my time as a guard in Highever has been much better than my time as a guard in Redcliffe. The people are... different there. It's... rougher? Sadder?" Aerion shook his head, reaching for the ale and drinking before continuing. "I don't know how to explain it."
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #26 on Aug 13, 2010, 10:12pm »
"Kid, it's not about facial hair. It's about attitude. If you're going to be a guard, you gotta be... I dunno, angrier.” In response, Andy made an angry face, as if to test it. “Stronger.” He was pretty strong… “You got to make them believe that you will not only kick them out, but break an arm while doing it.” His angry face dropped, replaced by a shocked expression. “That's the only way anyone's gonna respect you.”
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be breaking arms, Aerion.”
Andy sipped casually at his second mug of ale as he listened to his partner talk about his plans. It sounded as if Aerion was only here ‘on loan’ from Bann Teagan, much as he would have been from Bann Malone, had he been knighted and sent four weeks hence.
“Although I must admit, my time as a guard in Highever has been much better than my time as a guard in Redcliffe. The people are... different there. It's... rougher? Sadder?" Aerion shook his head, reaching for the ale and drinking before continuing. "I don't know how to explain it."
Andy nodded his head and put down his mug. “I know what you mean. Edgewater just feels like another country compared to here. I don’t know if it’s because the Teyrn is open to giving folks a chance, you know, as part of his effort to rebuild, or if it’s just because things have been… well, really bad?” How else did you explain and assassination attempt?
But Andy didn’t want to dwell on depressing things, he’d come out tonight to get away from his thoughts. “I think being a guard in Denerim would be infinitely worse though. I mean, I was in the city for ten days and we fought bandits and these black clad assassins twice. I got my skull cracked open and could have died.” These thoughts were not the cheerier ones he’d been hoping for. His face brightening, he grinned. “Oh, but the docks were just amazing. Really. The ships, Aerion… huge. And you’ll think this is funny.” Maybe? “These Antivan sailors offered me a tour of their ship and I was thrilled! But before they could whisk me on board, Bann Malone saved me.” Andy nodded and flushed. “Apparently the tour would have been of their bedrooms.” Chuckling, he took another sip of his ale. “Yeah, it’s a good thing I didn’t go to Denerim to be a guard.”
Andy leaned back in his chair and gazed around the interior of the tavern, ostensibly to check on the patrons, sort of thinking like a guard, but feeling the languid pull of two ales on his limbs and his mind. Not drunkenness or even tipsiness, just that pleasant buzz that came after a long day, a good meal and a couple drinks. Then he saw the woman with the red hair again. She stood, moving out of the cover of her companions, and moved towards the bar. It looked just like her! Andy half rose out of his chair, her name falling quietly from his lips, almost a whisper, “Bit,” and then she turned and he saw it was not her. He dropped back into his chair with a sigh and gloomily traced his finger through the rings of moisture left on the table by their mugs.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #27 on Aug 13, 2010, 11:21pm »
“I don’t think we’re supposed to be breaking arms, Aerion.”
He could not resist the urge to laugh. "I know that. But they don't," Aerion pointed out, motioning to the drunks that had were chatting away once more before reaching for the mug once again.
Aerion found himself shrugging in response to Andy's comments about Edgewater, not what sure what to say about that. He was completely unfamiliar with the town and would not make a judgment upon the statement.
“I think being a guard in Denerim would be infinitely worse though. I mean, I was in the city for ten days and we fought bandits and these black clad assassins twice. I got my skull cracked open and could have died.”
Aerion's brows shot up in surprise. "Twice? Is crime that common in Denerim? I have not been there, but I would have thought with that being where the king was it would not be so bad as that."
But Aerion listed to the stories of the boats and the Antivan sailors with fascination. He could not imagine boats of that size, nor water that vast to hold them. In his days in Denerim, he had not yet visited the Harbor. Perhaps he should change that soon.
Then Andy mentioned what the tour consisted of and Aerion's brows shot up once more. He paused for a few moments, trying to think of a reply to that. Finally he did, and he was failing miserably at hiding the smile that the thought had created. "Let me guess... they wanted your mustache?"
Aerion leaned back himself, observing the crowd as well. He was about to ask him about Andy's own swords when he heard his partner let out a breathy sigh. “Bit.” Aerion looked over at him and winced softly. Human or werewolf, Aerion knew that expression anywhere.
"Someone you left behind, Andy?" Aerion raised a hand to stop his protest. "Don't deny it. I know better. But if you do not want to discuss it, I understand. I... do not like to talk about my... situation much either."
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #28 on Aug 14, 2010, 9:33am »
"Let me guess... they wanted your mustache?" Maker, when would it end? Tonight, when he shaved it off.
Not known for having a quick wit, Andy surprised himself by trying to quip back. “It’s a good thing you were not with me, with your height and unusual eyes, I’m sure you’d have been quite the conquest!” If the tall man hadn’t growled or intimidated or… Andy chuckled and chewed on his lip some.
As he brooded over Blythe he realised he didn’t quite miss her in the same way he had a week ago, two weeks ago. He missed her as a part of Edgewater now, as a dear friend he’d been parted with, not a lover he’d been separated from. If he dwelt too long on that aspect of their relationship it still hurt, but mostly because of his wounded pride. Such thoughts often left him confused. He couldn’t pinpoint when they’d left the realm of friendship behind and he couldn’t decide if that had simply been the worst mistake he had made. These thoughts were relevant now, bothered him this night, because of a new friendship he had formed, one with a certain young mage.
"Someone you left behind, Andy?" Aerion’s voice interrupted his thoughts and Andy turned to see his partner had raised a hand. "Don't deny it. I know better. But if you do not want to discuss it, I understand. I... do not like to talk about my... situation much either."
Andy arched a brow. Likely, probably, Aerion’s situation was worse. The young man had quickly learned his own problems seemed to pale in comparison to those of a man who used to be a werewolf. Looking at his friend now, he realised he’d not actually shared any of his woes, had only skirted about them whilst peppering Aerion with questions and dragging out painful memories. His teeth found his lower lip and he sucked and chewed on it, then released it with a small puff of breath. “Yes, I left someone behind.” Andy frowned. “And I shouldn’t miss her; she made a fool out of me.” With a glance at Aerion he said, “But you know how easy that is to do.”
Moving his hand across the table in a short sweep, Andy stated, “We should have just stayed friends. Then I wouldn’t be sitting here in Highever with my whole future in question.” And he would have retained a dear friend, the girl who made sparring fun with her lighthearted teasing, someone who trained alongside him and shared his pleasure in the exercise. He sighed. “I am ignorant on many subjects, but girls…” he shook his head. “Women? I just do not understand. How can you tell if their affections are genuine, or” he gestured vaguely towards the waitress, “or if they are just looking for… that? I mean, not that... that isn’t, well, ah,” Fun? “I realise people like to just…” Buck? “…and that’s alight? Er for some.” That’s why people went to places like the Woven Cap, right? Andy blushed and frowned and reached for his mug and drained the last of his second beer in an attempt to hide his consternation.
Re: Whiskey in the Jar « Reply #29 on Aug 14, 2010, 12:13pm »
“It’s a good thing you were not with me, with your height and unusual eyes, I’m sure you’d have been quite the conquest!”
Aerion nearly spat out his drink, so unexpected was the comment from Andy. Making sure his drink went the right way, Aerion began to laugh.
"Andy, you make me seem like a mountain someone has to climb. I'm not [i]that[/o] tall!"
“Yes, I left someone behind. And I shouldn’t miss her; she made a fool out of me. But you know how easy that is to do.”
Aerion frowned faintly, recalling words Andy had said before. "I do not know if you are made out to be a fool though, Andy. What was it you told me? 'People laugh at me all the time', but you don't care? Clearly something was different here if you left your home because of it."
Aerion listened to him speak of women and he sighed softly, shaking his head softly. "I am afraid I know even less than you do of women, Andy. In my one experience with a woman in that sense, I was still, uhh... hairy. And she was too. It was very much an instinct thing, so I only had to use my nose to know she felt the same way as I did about her. But besides my nose... it was... just right." For the first time since Andy met him, Aerion dropped his gaze not from embarrassment, but from sadness. Maker, he missed her even now and it had been years since he lost her. He shook his head faintly, reaching out for the ale and finished it off quickly, setting it down on the tabletop with a thud.
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