@soaringbywindsdelight Continued——shit if I know how to link shit-))
His little body was tense, eyeing a full suited man with a sack that dangled so… carelessly at his belt side. Begging to be snatched by a more needing mouth to feed. Toes dug in, ready to spring into action, that was… until a kind? Song carried by the winds surrounded his head, pulling his focus to the fantasy clad ‘bard’.
‘Bard’ that was this place’ title for… ‘naive fools’ grandmother, would call. People who made their lives by way of song and story. His little hands dart up to clutch at his waist band. Gripping the hilt of a rusty, blunted sword from use. ‘Need help?’ He’s offering help? Oh that only made him tense farther. People didn’t offer help. Not without strings attached.
Venti watched the young boy’s actions, intently. While he really didn’t care if the kid decided to steal from him (he’d seen those eyes looking at what Venti had), he was interested in how tense the boy was. He didn’t startle when the boy reached for the hilt of what seemed to be a well-worn sword. “You won’t be able to hurt anyone with that, let alone me,” Venti pointed out with a soft sigh.
Slowly, making sure to keep his movements easy to follow, Venti held out the apple he’d been seconds from biting into, moments before. “Here. Do you want this?” He offered the child a smile, one that lit up his whole face. Hey, there’s was nothing wrong with having a soft spot for kids. “It’s okay, you can have it. There’s nothing wrong with it, either; if you want me to prove it, I can take a bite, first, since you don’t know me.”
The bard paused a moment, in thought. “Or, well, maybe you’d want more than just an apple… You are a growing kid, after all. I still have some Mora left; we can get you something better to eat. Ah, but you can still have the apple, to hold you over. How does that sound?”
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