[narrative] such a difference between who i am and who you see
Martel has work to do--which beyond honing skills left long untouched, he hasn't been able to say in all seriousness for some time. It's been chafing, this lack of purpose, and he's quietly pleased with himself for finding one. A direction of his own, simple as it is. Maria will reacquire his money from where he'd left it in Eosia, he'll buy the place and then he'll at least be occupied until the renovations and...a few minor fortifications are complete.
Stables, too, he thinks as he marks down his to-do list (of course he has a list); he can talk to Candice about that horse when their trip is set. He'll have somewhere to keep the things he's acquiring.
For now, he's seeing about directions, details...he's going to have to guess at her dress size, more than likely, but given previous plans he would've had to regardless. It occurs to him it might not be a terrible idea to mention her excursion to his far-less-wayward brother should he have the opportunity, though if she sets foot in Elenia it won't be from his directions...but the thought of seeking Sparhawk out again...mn. If such an opportunity arises...well, it'd be foolish to keep secrets for the sake of keeping secrets. Particularly the kind of secrets that could be, conceivably, misinterpreted.
(As though he's never done it anyway.)
All the same, his mood is better than he lets on.
Stables, too, he thinks as he marks down his to-do list (of course he has a list); he can talk to Candice about that horse when their trip is set. He'll have somewhere to keep the things he's acquiring.
For now, he's seeing about directions, details...he's going to have to guess at her dress size, more than likely, but given previous plans he would've had to regardless. It occurs to him it might not be a terrible idea to mention her excursion to his far-less-wayward brother should he have the opportunity, though if she sets foot in Elenia it won't be from his directions...but the thought of seeking Sparhawk out again...mn. If such an opportunity arises...well, it'd be foolish to keep secrets for the sake of keeping secrets. Particularly the kind of secrets that could be, conceivably, misinterpreted.
(As though he's never done it anyway.)
All the same, his mood is better than he lets on.