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Post by Leo on Oct 2, 2010 12:32:42 GMT -5
Leo merely nodded to Ceinwen's words as he continued eating his food and finishing his klah though he made no gesture to call the service woman over to refill it. He glanced at the blonde as she asked her question which was related to a very curious thing, it had also been a subject of much talk between himself and others he had actually talked, oddly enough.
"No," Leo said, "People seem to think I'm... I was a smith or mine crafter I think." He said as he recalled one woman saying that he most definitely had the hands for it.
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Post by Ceinwen and Drusillith on Oct 7, 2010 14:54:25 GMT -5
Ceinwen studied his face for a moment a smile slowly spreading over her lips. There were so many things she could tell him. They had been good friends for many years. She knew many of his secrets and quite a lot about his life. But, she was not sure that telling him his story was the right thing for him.
He was lost. Telling about what he is missing from his memories could end up causing him more pain and she really did not want to do that. "You do have the build needed for that type of work," she said in an attempt to evade her own predilection to tell him about his prior occupation.
She smiled and then looked away. Leo had been very good at his job. She knew that he had what it took to make Master. He had always seemed to love his work. Maybe he would find some peace if he... "Would you like to know?"
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Post by Leo on Oct 10, 2010 16:46:24 GMT -5
Leo pursed his lips at Ceinwen's compliment of his physique, to be honest he hadn't really tested his body besides helping move various objects around. Placing his fork on the plate he turned over his hand, looking at the palm before closing the sight with a fist, and then opened it again.
What have these hands done, what have they felt and seen? Leo looked at his other hand, his eyes went over the noticeable scar, Ceinwen's words cut his thoughts and he looked at her, a bit blankly for a moment as he thought about what she meant.
Did she mean the craft or the scar? Probably the craft since that had been what they last talked about and he had first stared at his seemingly fine hand but then there was the answer. Leo looked away, back at his hands, then the food and around the room.
Did he want to know, should he know? Would it help, would it not help? Leo rubbed the side of his head as took his time in answering.
"No."
He finally said looking back at Ceinwen.
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