07-21-2017, 07:57 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-22-2017, 02:35 AM by DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes.)
Erumollien blinked, ignoring the fact that his godson had smeared some food on his face. He thought over what he must say, his head bowed, thinking over what his consort had said.
"Kurdu-Adad." He smiled gently at his godson before setting the dwarf child on the floor, wiping the food smear on his face.
"Very well then, I shall be willing to speak with you." Getting up from his seat, he left the dining room.
Adalsteinn huffed and looked at his godfather's consort before tugging on Tristan's robes, "Uzbad Tristan, you need to give food to Kurdu-Adad." The child spoke with worry, "He don't like to eat since he came back with sad eyes."
Torsten rose from his seat and picked up his son, sighing as he allowed the boy to ramble at him about any different topics he would coax out. Turning to look at his fellow king's consort, he smiled sadly.
"My son had been attempting to feed his godfather ever since the visit, but he'd been failing sadly. Would you take his Majesty's plate to the kitchens and ask them to keep his plate warm? Mayhaps after your walk you can convince him to eat." The dwarf king figured he may as well ease his son's worries and give an opening for forming a relationship for the consort and Elvenking.
Meanwhile, Erumollien had changed into his riding gear once more, plaiting his hair neatly to avoid his hair getting into his face and strapping a sword to his side. He still did not trust the lands at night and figured he may as well protect his consort with a blade than only his hands to depend on.
"Kurdu-Adad." He smiled gently at his godson before setting the dwarf child on the floor, wiping the food smear on his face.
"Very well then, I shall be willing to speak with you." Getting up from his seat, he left the dining room.
Adalsteinn huffed and looked at his godfather's consort before tugging on Tristan's robes, "Uzbad Tristan, you need to give food to Kurdu-Adad." The child spoke with worry, "He don't like to eat since he came back with sad eyes."
Torsten rose from his seat and picked up his son, sighing as he allowed the boy to ramble at him about any different topics he would coax out. Turning to look at his fellow king's consort, he smiled sadly.
"My son had been attempting to feed his godfather ever since the visit, but he'd been failing sadly. Would you take his Majesty's plate to the kitchens and ask them to keep his plate warm? Mayhaps after your walk you can convince him to eat." The dwarf king figured he may as well ease his son's worries and give an opening for forming a relationship for the consort and Elvenking.
Meanwhile, Erumollien had changed into his riding gear once more, plaiting his hair neatly to avoid his hair getting into his face and strapping a sword to his side. He still did not trust the lands at night and figured he may as well protect his consort with a blade than only his hands to depend on.