It was too early for him to see anyone awake, he knew, so it surprised him when he noticed someone headed to the stables even before the sun had risen. Years of working on the fields made him used to waking up before dawn, the time when the air is freshest and the surroundings were the most silent, in order to make sure that the crops could be tilled and taken care of properly. It was his first official day here, never mind having met a lot of the castle residents the day before, since then he had just been settling in. It wasn't as if he brought a lot, and seeing as the cabin he had previously occupied wasn't too badly destroyed, he decided to stay there until they could get it properly fixed
( ... )
Frey glanced over from the horse, spying the source of the voice almost instantly. His expression was not one of annoyance, but rather curiosity at the new voice. At first he thought the newcomer was talking to the guard, but he quickly realized it was the opposite. Blushing slightly, only barely noticeable in the light, he waved to brunette.
"Good morning," he replied, making sure the horse was secure before moving over toward the other man (who was about an inch taller than him... oh well, he was used to being short.) Maybe this was the person who actually tended the stables..? They would be offended if he just assumed and was wrong, though. Instead he offered his hand, skin too soft to be a worker but too tough to be a complete gentleman. "I am Frey. It is a pleasure to meet you."
The way he spoke may or may not come across as a noble speaking, it depended on how the brunette was used to hearing people speak. He offered a smile, genuine enough despite his current mood.
He noticed immediately that the other man didn't fit the image of a stable hand, his overall appearance being a dead give-away under the more appropriate lighting. He took the offered hand and shook it firmly, noticing that the other's grip was a lot more similar to those of fighters than normal citizens. He guessed that he must have been one of those who normally went to the battlefield, though the air that he brought with him remind him of a noble or someone with a high rank. Percival, when he was on duty, carried the same aura about him, though he did drop it immediately when he was with friends and family
( ... )
Barts, hm? Frey had a good memory for names and faces; something he got good at since he was always being introduced to new people. "Farmer?" he perked, not sure he'd ever actually met a farmer before. The man seemed to have a good disposition, too. He relaxed a tiny bit, just enough to be noticed.
"Oh... yes. I could not sleep so I thought I would groom some." His tone was vaguely shy talking about that. He wasn't used to having his hair down, so he was idly fidgeting with some of it. Thoughts of last night were still lurking in his mind; his eyes had that odd look of someone who was trying to pay attention but was troubled by something. The friendly smile Barts gave him did help. It also helped that he realized this person had no idea who he was. Maybe if they didn't find out he could have a normal friendship..?
"May I ask what brought you to the castle?" he asked curiously, wondering if this was another person displaced in time or someone from the present.
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"Good morning," he replied, making sure the horse was secure before moving over toward the other man (who was about an inch taller than him... oh well, he was used to being short.) Maybe this was the person who actually tended the stables..? They would be offended if he just assumed and was wrong, though. Instead he offered his hand, skin too soft to be a worker but too tough to be a complete gentleman. "I am Frey. It is a pleasure to meet you."
The way he spoke may or may not come across as a noble speaking, it depended on how the brunette was used to hearing people speak. He offered a smile, genuine enough despite his current mood.
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"Oh... yes. I could not sleep so I thought I would groom some." His tone was vaguely shy talking about that. He wasn't used to having his hair down, so he was idly fidgeting with some of it. Thoughts of last night were still lurking in his mind; his eyes had that odd look of someone who was trying to pay attention but was troubled by something. The friendly smile Barts gave him did help. It also helped that he realized this person had no idea who he was. Maybe if they didn't find out he could have a normal friendship..?
"May I ask what brought you to the castle?" he asked curiously, wondering if this was another person displaced in time or someone from the present.
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