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.
The way he spoke reminded him of the Knights as well, proud and strong yet with a hint of humility, unlike the arrogant tone of the Councilmen. It was refreshing to hear, because he knew it meant this person was easier to get along with. He couldn't tell where he came from though, since his overall appearance was different from those of Grassland or the Zexen Confederacy. He was probably from Falena, remembering what his friend had told him the day before while touring the new Budehuc Castle.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Barts, the new farmer around here." he said cheerfully, offering him a friendly smile as he let go of the other man's hand.
"Are you a fan of horses?" he asked, motioning to the animals curiously. He could tell he wasn't a worker here, so the only other explanation he could think of for him to be awake at such an unusual hour was to visit them for leisure.
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.
"I'm sure they'd appreciate it. I remember there was a girl who also took care of the horses in the castle before." It was idle chit-chat, really, but he had a feeling Frey needed it. He seemed a little nervous, and there was usually no better way of making someone less tense than to keep their mind off of whatever problem they had at the moment. Besides, he seemed like a nice person, just a bit on the shy side.
"Horses are like plants. You need to give them a lot of love and care for them to grow beautifully." he said in a wistful tone, remembering the garden that he was about to start working on that day. It might come off as strange for others, but he really loved taking care of the seeds that people hand to him, making sure that they become beautiful crops in the end that everyone would appreciate.
"I heard that people were coming from all over to the castle, so I was curious. I take it you're not a Grasslander or from the capital?" he asked curiously, not even an ounce of any judgmental tone in his voice. He was simply curious of the newcomer, unused to seeing someone from other lands here. Aside from a few exceptions, like that Dragon Knight from Toran Republic, it was rare for him to witness anyone outside their lands.
"I am glad." Frey replied, offering a smile like he usually did. He just couldn't help smiling; it was part of who he was. The idle talk did help keep his mind off other things, too, which he definitely appreciated. The newcomer was definitely nice. He decided that he liked Barts.
"Yes... I can see that. Are you a gardener?" He asked curiously. He didn't think he had ever really talked to the castle gardeners at home, which looking back on it he regretted. If he ever went home he would have to remedy that. Barts' expression was one of someone dedicated to what they did. It evoked another shy smile.
Frey blinked at the question, playing with his hair without thinking about it. "I am from Falena." He responded, just not mentioning his station. It didn't matter a whole lot anyway, and he wasn't lying to Barts by not mentioning it. "I have been having allergies since I came." said the silver-haired youth, tone somewhat sad.
"Farmer actually. I've been working in the fields almost my whole life." he quipped back easily, relaxed in the other's presence. He didn't have the ominous presence of the strategists or some of the more silent warriors, and he didn't make Barts uncomfortable with intense stares or silent observations, which was good. At the very least, he knew he could get along with Frey without feeling like he should be on guard all the time.
Not that he could do much against them, that was more on Percival's forte. The most he could probably do is threaten them with a shovel, considering he was a pacifist and therefore not prone to being as... violent as some people.
"Allergies? To what?" he was curious, his mind already conjuring up what kind of herbs there were that could probably help ease them. Years on the field taught him the value of each kind of plant, which made him love his work even more. Many people don't realize that vegetables aren't just there for food, and they miss out on a lot of the nutritional value they could give simply because they don't like the taste.
Hopefully he could dissuade them from that line of thinking this time around.
Frey studied Barts' posture for a few moments while he spoke, coming to the conclusion that the other man was relaxed. He nodded, expression more curious than anything else. "A farmer?" If he hadn't looked curious before he certainly did now. "I've never met one before-- would you mind if I watched you sometime?"
Frey's weapon was on him, it was just broken down and in it's holster around his lower back. If needed he could and would defend the farmer, but it probably wouldn't be.
"Oh... I am not sure, actually." Frey blushed a little as he said that, one hand scratching the back of his head. "I've only just come here... around a month ago." He wasn't going to say 'yanked from his own time,' not yet. Since the man was new it might freak him out a little... or a lot. He didn't know. "So I suppose it must be something that just started blooming." His nose did look a bit red, like he'd been blowing it, and so did his eyes though that could be due to lack of sleep at the moment.
"By all means, sure." he said, amused. He was always up for some company, considering he spent more time on the fields than socializing, though sometimes people seem to avoid him after watching him while he's working. He wasn't really sure as to why yet, but he had an inkling it was because he liked to compliment his plants a lot. Not that they should find that strange though, considering he was just conversing with them. It helps make them feel special and grow better.
"It's probably some of the spring pollen then. Most flowers bloom around this time, so the pollen could be the cause." he mused, thinking about it. It wouldn't be strange for someone to have an allergic reaction to them if they weren't used to it after all, and since he wasn't from the Grasslands, it must be pretty foreign for him to be surrounded with as much plants as this place.
He wouldn't have found it strange, really, if he had told him he was yanked from another dimension even. He knew that dragons weren't from this world, and he also knew that some people, like Viki, could have been pulled from the past or future and thrown into the castle. He was used to the strangeness that came with it ever since the war years ago, though some things still caught him off guard sometimes.
"Tell you what, I'll try growing some herbs to help with those allergies of yours. You can't enjoy a stay if you're sick through the whole thing, right?"
The Falenan smiled. It was just in his nature to almost constantly smile. He probably wouldn't think Barts was weird; it was more likely he would think it was really necessary to talk to the plants like that to get them to grow.
"Yes, probably." He said with a nod, thinking of the number of beautiful flowers he'd seen blooming here. "I wish it wasn't, though. They're so pretty..."
"Really?" Frey looked genuinely surprised. Which he was... here was a person who had no idea he was royalty offering to do something for him. For no reason he could see except that the brunette was just nice. "That would be very kind of you." He said, with one of those sweet smiles of his that got him into trouble sometimes. "Yes, you're right."
[OOC: Pffft, I'm even lamer for disappearing all of a sudden.]
"They are beautiful, aren't they?" he said in amusement, referring to the spring flowers that had affected Frey's senses. Poor guy. He was pretty much used to being surrounded by plants, considering Iksay was a farming town, so he was used to the effects that they had on people. He doubted it was the same case for Frey, seeing as he did have allergic reactions to it.
"You should try coming to Iksay once in a while. The fields are great to look at during the sunrise or sunset." He did have a lot of experience in that, considering he was awake before dawn and working all the way until dusk each day. He was one of those who had the opportunity to appreciate the view that was bestowed on them by Mother Nature, and it's probably one of the reason why he enjoyed working so much.
[OOC: Naahh. >_> Cuz I did the same thing. XD We can go to the lame corner together? 8D]
"Very." He nodded, smiling slightly. "It is just so different from home," Frey stopped and pondered that for a moment, a flicker of sadness cross his features but quickly masked. "Are you from here?"
"Really? I would like to, sometime. Perhaps you could come with to be my guide." He didn't mind getting up early; it had been common at home for him to need to be up early anyway. Frey glanced out the door for a moment, seeing the sky lightening more. He had yet to fully appreciate the sunrise here, maybe he should now?
He noticed the momentary falter in his expression, curious as to the sudden change. If he had to guess, it might have been the mention of home. He'd most likely feel the same way as Frey if he had been tossed miles away from home without knowing how to get back, especially since Barts wasn't a traveler.
"Yes sir! Iksay Village is to the north, though it's best to head there during the May Day Festival. Maybe next time I can show you there." he said cheerfully, before he noticed that Frey's eyes had trailed towards the door. Seeing that light was starting to filter through, he turned back to Frey, a wide grin plastered on his face.
"Come on, let's go see the sunrise. I know a great place to watch it from."
"Ohh. I see. What happens on the May Day Festival?" asked the Falenan curiously, genuinely interested in activities that went on here. He was foreign, after all. Besides, maybe if he ever went home he could implement something similar. But that 'if' was a big one. He pushed that thought to a dark corner and ignored it.
"All right." Frey sounded actually a bit excited. He offered the man a return grin (it was infectious!), and moved toward the door. He would follow Barts, though, so he let the brunette take the lead.
"Quite a lot. There's the apple-bobbing competition, dancing, singing, and general merry-making that comes with celebrating a new harvest." he said cheerfully, leading Frey out of the barn and towards the fields he was about to start working on that day. Though it was starting to be brighter than a while ago, it was obvious that dawn was just about to crack through the horizon. Making their way through the quiet courtyard towards the empty field.
"A few weeks from now, this would be filled with a beautiful crop. I'll make sure of it!" he said, sweeping a hand over and across the barren soil, seeing only with his imagination the result of the hard work he would put into it for the rest of his stay. He took Frey's hand and led him over to the nearby ledge, before he slowly sat down near the edge, directly facing the ocean from their view. Already he could see the rays of sun peaking over the horizon.
"It's different in Iksay, where you'd see the sun over the fields, but it's equally as beautiful."
"Ooh." Frey was, of course, unaccustomed to such goings-on. He never had an opportunity to experience it himself though he had heard of them. He followed along, keeping track of where he was in relation to his room and the stables they'd just left. Budehec really was pretty... in a completely foreign way, yet not like the islands.
His gaze followed the farmer's hand and took in the soil. It reminded him a little of Lordlake but not so barren. "What kind of crop?" Not that he had much of an idea about crops. He was mildly surprised Barts took his hand, but allowed it anyway and peered toward the sunrise.
"Ah... in Sol-Falena, it would be over water. It was kind of like having two sunrises at once, the water acted like a mirror."
"Right now, some tomatoes, radishes, lettuce, and carrots. I'll start planting more after that, but those are the ones that grow the fastest. Besides, I'm sure people would like a taste of something more familiar first." he said cheerfully, still watching the sunrise from his position. It was a really heartwarming experience, though he much preferred to watch it while he was working on his field. Not like a little rest could hurt.
"It would be nice to see that kind of sunrise now." he said as an afterthought to what Frey had mentioned. It wasn't that he has never witnessed it, but he does know that the experience was a lot more different than seeing it from the fields. A different perspective of beauty if you may.
Freyjadour watched him talk about what he did with a sense of awe. So many nobles would look down their noses at such work, but this type of work was what kept them with food! It was really nice to see someone who enjoyed his job so much. "Wow... I see." He nodded, smiling. "Would you mind showing me sometime..? I would like to help, if I could." It looked like it might be fun, too.
"Maybe someday... you will." Frey's eyes were on the sunrise now, but his voice was full of warmth. Sharing different sorts of beauty... was part of what made life rich, in his opinion.
The way he spoke reminded him of the Knights as well, proud and strong yet with a hint of humility, unlike the arrogant tone of the Councilmen. It was refreshing to hear, because he knew it meant this person was easier to get along with. He couldn't tell where he came from though, since his overall appearance was different from those of Grassland or the Zexen Confederacy. He was probably from Falena, remembering what his friend had told him the day before while touring the new Budehuc Castle.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Barts, the new farmer around here." he said cheerfully, offering him a friendly smile as he let go of the other man's hand.
"Are you a fan of horses?" he asked, motioning to the animals curiously. He could tell he wasn't a worker here, so the only other explanation he could think of for him to be awake at such an unusual hour was to visit them for leisure.
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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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"Horses are like plants. You need to give them a lot of love and care for them to grow beautifully." he said in a wistful tone, remembering the garden that he was about to start working on that day. It might come off as strange for others, but he really loved taking care of the seeds that people hand to him, making sure that they become beautiful crops in the end that everyone would appreciate.
"I heard that people were coming from all over to the castle, so I was curious. I take it you're not a Grasslander or from the capital?" he asked curiously, not even an ounce of any judgmental tone in his voice. He was simply curious of the newcomer, unused to seeing someone from other lands here. Aside from a few exceptions, like that Dragon Knight from Toran Republic, it was rare for him to witness anyone outside their lands.
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"Yes... I can see that. Are you a gardener?" He asked curiously. He didn't think he had ever really talked to the castle gardeners at home, which looking back on it he regretted. If he ever went home he would have to remedy that. Barts' expression was one of someone dedicated to what they did. It evoked another shy smile.
Frey blinked at the question, playing with his hair without thinking about it. "I am from Falena." He responded, just not mentioning his station. It didn't matter a whole lot anyway, and he wasn't lying to Barts by not mentioning it. "I have been having allergies since I came." said the silver-haired youth, tone somewhat sad.
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Not that he could do much against them, that was more on Percival's forte. The most he could probably do is threaten them with a shovel, considering he was a pacifist and therefore not prone to being as... violent as some people.
"Allergies? To what?" he was curious, his mind already conjuring up what kind of herbs there were that could probably help ease them. Years on the field taught him the value of each kind of plant, which made him love his work even more. Many people don't realize that vegetables aren't just there for food, and they miss out on a lot of the nutritional value they could give simply because they don't like the taste.
Hopefully he could dissuade them from that line of thinking this time around.
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Frey's weapon was on him, it was just broken down and in it's holster around his lower back. If needed he could and would defend the farmer, but it probably wouldn't be.
"Oh... I am not sure, actually." Frey blushed a little as he said that, one hand scratching the back of his head. "I've only just come here... around a month ago." He wasn't going to say 'yanked from his own time,' not yet. Since the man was new it might freak him out a little... or a lot. He didn't know. "So I suppose it must be something that just started blooming." His nose did look a bit red, like he'd been blowing it, and so did his eyes though that could be due to lack of sleep at the moment.
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"It's probably some of the spring pollen then. Most flowers bloom around this time, so the pollen could be the cause." he mused, thinking about it. It wouldn't be strange for someone to have an allergic reaction to them if they weren't used to it after all, and since he wasn't from the Grasslands, it must be pretty foreign for him to be surrounded with as much plants as this place.
He wouldn't have found it strange, really, if he had told him he was yanked from another dimension even. He knew that dragons weren't from this world, and he also knew that some people, like Viki, could have been pulled from the past or future and thrown into the castle. He was used to the strangeness that came with it ever since the war years ago, though some things still caught him off guard sometimes.
"Tell you what, I'll try growing some herbs to help with those allergies of yours. You can't enjoy a stay if you're sick through the whole thing, right?"
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"Yes, probably." He said with a nod, thinking of the number of beautiful flowers he'd seen blooming here. "I wish it wasn't, though. They're so pretty..."
"Really?" Frey looked genuinely surprised. Which he was... here was a person who had no idea he was royalty offering to do something for him. For no reason he could see except that the brunette was just nice. "That would be very kind of you." He said, with one of those sweet smiles of his that got him into trouble sometimes. "Yes, you're right."
[OOC: I'm lame! D: Sorry.]
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"They are beautiful, aren't they?" he said in amusement, referring to the spring flowers that had affected Frey's senses. Poor guy. He was pretty much used to being surrounded by plants, considering Iksay was a farming town, so he was used to the effects that they had on people. He doubted it was the same case for Frey, seeing as he did have allergic reactions to it.
"You should try coming to Iksay once in a while. The fields are great to look at during the sunrise or sunset." He did have a lot of experience in that, considering he was awake before dawn and working all the way until dusk each day. He was one of those who had the opportunity to appreciate the view that was bestowed on them by Mother Nature, and it's probably one of the reason why he enjoyed working so much.
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"Very." He nodded, smiling slightly. "It is just so different from home," Frey stopped and pondered that for a moment, a flicker of sadness cross his features but quickly masked. "Are you from here?"
"Really? I would like to, sometime. Perhaps you could come with to be my guide." He didn't mind getting up early; it had been common at home for him to need to be up early anyway. Frey glanced out the door for a moment, seeing the sky lightening more. He had yet to fully appreciate the sunrise here, maybe he should now?
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"Yes sir! Iksay Village is to the north, though it's best to head there during the May Day Festival. Maybe next time I can show you there." he said cheerfully, before he noticed that Frey's eyes had trailed towards the door. Seeing that light was starting to filter through, he turned back to Frey, a wide grin plastered on his face.
"Come on, let's go see the sunrise. I know a great place to watch it from."
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"All right." Frey sounded actually a bit excited. He offered the man a return grin (it was infectious!), and moved toward the door. He would follow Barts, though, so he let the brunette take the lead.
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"A few weeks from now, this would be filled with a beautiful crop. I'll make sure of it!" he said, sweeping a hand over and across the barren soil, seeing only with his imagination the result of the hard work he would put into it for the rest of his stay. He took Frey's hand and led him over to the nearby ledge, before he slowly sat down near the edge, directly facing the ocean from their view. Already he could see the rays of sun peaking over the horizon.
"It's different in Iksay, where you'd see the sun over the fields, but it's equally as beautiful."
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His gaze followed the farmer's hand and took in the soil. It reminded him a little of Lordlake but not so barren. "What kind of crop?" Not that he had much of an idea about crops. He was mildly surprised Barts took his hand, but allowed it anyway and peered toward the sunrise.
"Ah... in Sol-Falena, it would be over water. It was kind of like having two sunrises at once, the water acted like a mirror."
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"It would be nice to see that kind of sunrise now." he said as an afterthought to what Frey had mentioned. It wasn't that he has never witnessed it, but he does know that the experience was a lot more different than seeing it from the fields. A different perspective of beauty if you may.
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"Maybe someday... you will." Frey's eyes were on the sunrise now, but his voice was full of warmth. Sharing different sorts of beauty... was part of what made life rich, in his opinion.
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