That actually prompted a brief bark of laughter. "The closest thing to a 'wine fairy' in the Twelveswood is old Buscarron, and for myself I generally prefer his mead," Foulques replied, his expression quickly becoming serious again afterward. "And I've learned not to expect generosity or consideration from anyone, regardless of their race. Tis a lesson I first encountered in childhood, and one that's been reinforced many a time since; to expect kindness from an unkind world is to invite disappointment." Though this world, he was learning, was much kinder.
For his part, Foulques slung the plant's slings across his shoulders for easier carrying, letting them hand at his sides as he carried the remaining boxes with him, falling into step with Chell with relative ease. His expression as they walked was oddly thoughtful, something in Chell's earlier statement had struck a chord. 'Our kind' he had said. He couldn't honestly still think that...? "Chell," he asked after a long moment of walking in silence, "this may seem a foolish question, but... you believe I am one of your people, yes?"
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Date: 2024-05-03 06:56 am (UTC)For his part, Foulques slung the plant's slings across his shoulders for easier carrying, letting them hand at his sides as he carried the remaining boxes with him, falling into step with Chell with relative ease. His expression as they walked was oddly thoughtful, something in Chell's earlier statement had struck a chord. 'Our kind' he had said. He couldn't honestly still think that...? "Chell," he asked after a long moment of walking in silence, "this may seem a foolish question, but... you believe I am one of your people, yes?"