Some people are naturally curious; some are naturally cautious. Some people sit with their toes in the mud and a glass of wine in hand, laughing at something secret.
Don't mind if I do, thanks. *takes the glass with a toothy grin and nearly drains it in one swallow* Refreshing. *hands the near empty glass back to her*
*laughs, because Mickles always laugh, and finishes off what's left* I thought so. You can get a nice vintage if you try hard enough. *this last is in a very prim voice*
*snorts very loudly, and very unladylike, her face crinkling up in a perfectly wonderful grin. this is not something that Queens are taught to do; she picked it up during her orphan period, and has never been able quite to break the habit with faced with innuendo* I bet you are.
*he laughs, genuinely enjoying her expressions* Who are you, anyway? Here I am drinking your wine and talking about your cellars and I don't have a fucken clue who you are.
*very, very, very solemny* Queen Augusta the first of Westmark. They threw me out because I laughed at important functions and talked about my cellars.
A queen, is it? *scrambles to his feet and bows low, teetering a bit in his inebriation* Then I am Sweeney, son of Colman Cuar and king of the Dal-Arie, but most call me Mad Sweeney and I'm currently employed as a leprechaun.
*does not unstick herself from the mud to curtsy, but bows from the waist* Most people call me Mickle, and I'm a street urchin now. --We don't have those in Westmark, I'm afraid. If I give you the bottle, will you tell me what leprechauns do?
*accepts it with equal ceremony and drinks straight from the bottle before continuing with great gravity*
Ah... Well, there's some debate as to the true nature of a leprechaun. Most agree that a leprechaun is a small fairy man about yay high and green with a great bushy red beard, who skips around mending shoes and stealing marshmallows from cereal. Alternately, a leprechaun is... me.
*he pulls a coin from the air, flips it into the air and catches it and when he opens his fist again it's gone*
*she nabs it back and pours herself a little in her glass before putting it back near him, and watching with interest and smiles all the way into her hair and fingers* I think I must be a little mad, because you make more sense to me than a green dwarf. But I've seen that coin trick before, you know. Do you do anything else?
He sits next to her without bothering with the pleasantries and points to the glass, "Good stuff, is it?"
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Ah... Well, there's some debate as to the true nature of a leprechaun. Most agree that a leprechaun is a small fairy man about yay high and green with a great bushy red beard, who skips around mending shoes and stealing marshmallows from cereal. Alternately, a leprechaun is... me.
*he pulls a coin from the air, flips it into the air and catches it and when he opens his fist again it's gone*
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