Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jul 11, 2012 19:30:16 GMT -8
K’tar smiled back, one corner of his lip curling slightly as the smile broadened. “Well, I don’t know about anyone else for sure,” he said, “but from personal experience… Impression is the most awesome thing ever. I really can’t see how anyone could be disappointed with a dragonet, no matter what the color.” There was some force in K’tar’s voice behind that statement, but it was a force derived from enthusiasm that rose from his remembrance of that instant of frozen time when he’d first heard Viarth.
“That… looks a little valuable to have been just dropped somewhere,” K’tar observed, his eyes flickering over the stone’s surface. He was no expert in gemstones, but the one time his mother had lost one, a small green thing that she liked to carry around with her for some reason that K’tar had never been able to fathom, she’d threatened everyone that she encountered, including her two children, with all kinds of punishments unless they produced it. It had eventually been found, but the impression that the episode had given the then five Turn old K’tar was that gemstones were not lost happily. Someone, he thought, was probably not going to be too happy about losing the blue stone. On the other hand…
Someone should have kept a better watch on it, then, he thought, mentally shrugging.
K’tar wondered at Chantrea’s hesitation to meet Lord Famoran. After all, she said that he had a good reputation, and K’tar knew that Lord Famoran got along excellently with the traders that passed through Stormy Plains, excepting only those that were caught stealing or fencing stolen goods. Her reaction was intriguing, but really didn’t tell him anything. He refused to consider the idea that she was a thief, at least, not a major thief, not the sort that would ever end up in much trouble.
“No need to get all nervous,” K’tar teased. “I assure you that Famoran has never once damaged anyone who didn’t deserve it.” His tone was good-natured and joking; after all, when he’d been old enough to be able to consciously recall what happened the purges that had driven the crime rings from the cities had been long complete, and the crimes committed in those cities had settled to a more small scale level that rarely required Lord Famoran’s intervention. Even if he’d thought about the purges, which he really hadn’t, he still would have held to his words, for in truth no one would ever be able to deny that the vast majority of those in the crime rings deserved anything and everything that had been done to them.
“That… looks a little valuable to have been just dropped somewhere,” K’tar observed, his eyes flickering over the stone’s surface. He was no expert in gemstones, but the one time his mother had lost one, a small green thing that she liked to carry around with her for some reason that K’tar had never been able to fathom, she’d threatened everyone that she encountered, including her two children, with all kinds of punishments unless they produced it. It had eventually been found, but the impression that the episode had given the then five Turn old K’tar was that gemstones were not lost happily. Someone, he thought, was probably not going to be too happy about losing the blue stone. On the other hand…
Someone should have kept a better watch on it, then, he thought, mentally shrugging.
K’tar wondered at Chantrea’s hesitation to meet Lord Famoran. After all, she said that he had a good reputation, and K’tar knew that Lord Famoran got along excellently with the traders that passed through Stormy Plains, excepting only those that were caught stealing or fencing stolen goods. Her reaction was intriguing, but really didn’t tell him anything. He refused to consider the idea that she was a thief, at least, not a major thief, not the sort that would ever end up in much trouble.
“No need to get all nervous,” K’tar teased. “I assure you that Famoran has never once damaged anyone who didn’t deserve it.” His tone was good-natured and joking; after all, when he’d been old enough to be able to consciously recall what happened the purges that had driven the crime rings from the cities had been long complete, and the crimes committed in those cities had settled to a more small scale level that rarely required Lord Famoran’s intervention. Even if he’d thought about the purges, which he really hadn’t, he still would have held to his words, for in truth no one would ever be able to deny that the vast majority of those in the crime rings deserved anything and everything that had been done to them.