More fun with Miss Fenwick.
F: *flops on her stomach in front of the fire, scribbling absently on a piece of parchment* Hmmmm. Life is boring, huh?
R: *taking advantage of actual furniture, is curled up in a chair... drawing. Of course...* So I'm told.
F: *Looks back at him* Oh, come on. You're old enough to have made that decision
R: *raises his eyebrows*
F: *raises hers higher*
R: *tries to get his higher and gives up* Stand still for a moment. That's a good expression. *turns a page*
F: URGH! *rolls her eyes* I really should just wear a mask around you, you know.
R: *grins to himself* That might be wise.
F: *flips her hair over her face* Better?
R: I got what I was looking for. You may return to your life. *stretches out a little* So, what do you do in YOUR spare time, Miss Fenwick?
F: *scribbling* I have sex.
R: *face tenses slightly* Oh.
F: *laughs* I'm kidding, you nut.
R: *smiles a little weakly* Well, how would *I* know what normal people do with their time?
F: *Sits up and grins at him* You're kind of normal
R: *waves the notebook* I'm obsessed, my dear. Most people classify that as "eccentric."
F: Fah. You just have your quirks. Don't we all?
R: *half-shrug* I've always been a streetling. I was raised by a bard and a black marketeer. No one I've ever known is really very normal.
F: You know me. *scoots over and sits on his feet*
R: Yes, that's true. *carefully sits up, trying not to knock her off* So, how's normalcy?
F: *shrugs* Pretty boring. I can say honestly that the only strange thing that's happened to me, other than this whole.... thing, was when my mum was eaten by a rat.
R: *doesn't move at all, but his voice gets a couple tones higher* ...Eaten by a rat?
F: *not at all noticing* Mmmhmm. Big ugly thing.
R: *carefully* Must have been a rather large rat.
F: *with relish* Oh ENORMOUS. Like a huge wolf or something.
R: Oh. *awkwardly polite* I'm sorry.
F: For what? It's not like it's a great loss to the world.
R: *after a longish pause* Ah. All right.
F: *pokes him* what's on your mind, artist?
R: *distantly* I wonder what happened to Cat.
F: Cat?
R: My brother. Spi called him Caterpillar, so everyone else called him Cat.
R: We went our separate ways after Spi died. Wonder if he died, too.
R: *shakes his head vigorously* All right. Enough about death.
F:*kisses his forehead* Yeah, too much death. Show me some of your drawings?
R: *looks very pleased* With pleasure. *opens his notebook* Well, a lot of these are of you and Gorlim, but I have some horses, and a tree...
R: *wistfully* I wish I had paint.
F: I'm sure Gorlim can find you some. *examines his pictures* These are beautiful.
R: Thank you. *quietly* You know, though, I would much rather be dancing.
F: Dancing? I never would have pegged you the dancer.
R: *chuckles* Dancing is art, Miss Fenwick, and I worship all forms of art... though dancing is certainly my favorite.
F: *smirks* You and your quest for art. Did you ever think that maybe the perfect piece of art can't be captured?
R: *shakes his head* If it exists, I will find it and take it as my own. There's nothing of greater value to me.
F: I think that the most beautiful art in the world is two people in love. *smiles* I've seen so many people so desperately in love, and they've been married for years.
R: *lightly* Well, a pair of married people happen to be readily available. I might as well hang around and see if you two manage.
F: Yes, but we're not in love. Or at least not yet. You should fall in love. I hear it's fun.
R: *again, his face tenses* Oh, I don't know. They say it's risky.
F: Come on. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
R: Nothing staked, nothing lost.
F: Every good artist suffers for his work
R: *a bit colder than usual* I'm not interested.
F; *drops it* All right, all right. Well go dance, artist! *grins*
R: *relaxes* Oh, no, Miss Fenwick, dancing is a thing to be done in pairs.
F: I don't dance. One can dance on their own
R: I don't dance alone. *leans back* So I suppose I shan't dance at all.
R: *taking advantage of actual furniture, is curled up in a chair... drawing. Of course...* So I'm told.
F: *Looks back at him* Oh, come on. You're old enough to have made that decision
R: *raises his eyebrows*
F: *raises hers higher*
R: *tries to get his higher and gives up* Stand still for a moment. That's a good expression. *turns a page*
F: URGH! *rolls her eyes* I really should just wear a mask around you, you know.
R: *grins to himself* That might be wise.
F: *flips her hair over her face* Better?
R: I got what I was looking for. You may return to your life. *stretches out a little* So, what do you do in YOUR spare time, Miss Fenwick?
F: *scribbling* I have sex.
R: *face tenses slightly* Oh.
F: *laughs* I'm kidding, you nut.
R: *smiles a little weakly* Well, how would *I* know what normal people do with their time?
F: *Sits up and grins at him* You're kind of normal
R: *waves the notebook* I'm obsessed, my dear. Most people classify that as "eccentric."
F: Fah. You just have your quirks. Don't we all?
R: *half-shrug* I've always been a streetling. I was raised by a bard and a black marketeer. No one I've ever known is really very normal.
F: You know me. *scoots over and sits on his feet*
R: Yes, that's true. *carefully sits up, trying not to knock her off* So, how's normalcy?
F: *shrugs* Pretty boring. I can say honestly that the only strange thing that's happened to me, other than this whole.... thing, was when my mum was eaten by a rat.
R: *doesn't move at all, but his voice gets a couple tones higher* ...Eaten by a rat?
F: *not at all noticing* Mmmhmm. Big ugly thing.
R: *carefully* Must have been a rather large rat.
F: *with relish* Oh ENORMOUS. Like a huge wolf or something.
R: Oh. *awkwardly polite* I'm sorry.
F: For what? It's not like it's a great loss to the world.
R: *after a longish pause* Ah. All right.
F: *pokes him* what's on your mind, artist?
R: *distantly* I wonder what happened to Cat.
F: Cat?
R: My brother. Spi called him Caterpillar, so everyone else called him Cat.
R: We went our separate ways after Spi died. Wonder if he died, too.
R: *shakes his head vigorously* All right. Enough about death.
F:*kisses his forehead* Yeah, too much death. Show me some of your drawings?
R: *looks very pleased* With pleasure. *opens his notebook* Well, a lot of these are of you and Gorlim, but I have some horses, and a tree...
R: *wistfully* I wish I had paint.
F: I'm sure Gorlim can find you some. *examines his pictures* These are beautiful.
R: Thank you. *quietly* You know, though, I would much rather be dancing.
F: Dancing? I never would have pegged you the dancer.
R: *chuckles* Dancing is art, Miss Fenwick, and I worship all forms of art... though dancing is certainly my favorite.
F: *smirks* You and your quest for art. Did you ever think that maybe the perfect piece of art can't be captured?
R: *shakes his head* If it exists, I will find it and take it as my own. There's nothing of greater value to me.
F: I think that the most beautiful art in the world is two people in love. *smiles* I've seen so many people so desperately in love, and they've been married for years.
R: *lightly* Well, a pair of married people happen to be readily available. I might as well hang around and see if you two manage.
F: Yes, but we're not in love. Or at least not yet. You should fall in love. I hear it's fun.
R: *again, his face tenses* Oh, I don't know. They say it's risky.
F: Come on. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
R: Nothing staked, nothing lost.
F: Every good artist suffers for his work
R: *a bit colder than usual* I'm not interested.
F; *drops it* All right, all right. Well go dance, artist! *grins*
R: *relaxes* Oh, no, Miss Fenwick, dancing is a thing to be done in pairs.
F: I don't dance. One can dance on their own
R: I don't dance alone. *leans back* So I suppose I shan't dance at all.