Must Love Flowers
“‘M not sure about dis…”
“C’moooon, it’ll be great! It beats trying to talk to randoms right?”
“Yeah…”
“And it would easy if you just met someone you knew had thing in common, riiiiight?”
“Yeah…”
“Then you’ll be fine! I’m sure you’ll be gettin folks lining up to get a date with you!”
Rei’hua looked up from the paper his small goblin friend had given him. Dazzil had given him a dating questionnaire when the troll had mentioned he was feeling like trying to find a “special friend”. With the both of them sat in a quiet corner of the inn of Razor Hill, the troll had his nose down scanning over the text, his blue and purple mohawk threatening to brush against any who stood in front of him while his small shaman companion waited patiently with a smug looking grin plastered on his face. Needless to say the druid was struggling to fill out most the boxes. He already had the basic details written down; name, age, race, etc. But when it came to the more personal stuff he found he was having a hard time talking about himself. The best he could put in his interests was flowers.
Dazzil was trying his best to peek to no avail.
“Hhhhnnnmm…” Rei’hua was making strange noises again. Dazzil had come to learn that meant he was becoming very unsure of something.
“Just be honest. And it don’t have to be fancy or nothing, the company takes ‘em so no one dating you is really gonna see it.” Alas his words did little to comfort his now trembling friend.
“What… what if dey t’ink ‘m boring?” asked Rei’hua. His voice was shaky, anxiety seemed to be setting in again. Dazzil could only shrug.
“Well hey, it happens you know? People just have different ideas of boring or whatever. Not everyone, trust me,” he paused. “I think yer a cool guy.”
“Heh… thank ya, Dazzil,” the troll gave a small smile. He still looked worried but now he was feeling more motivated to give this whole thing a shot. Minutes would pass, and soon they turned into an hour of Rei’hua pausing to think over himself. He wanted to help people, yet trying to heal people out in the fields of battle proved difficult for the young troll, he instead helped by making medicines and brewing potions for those that needed them. He was a tall and lanky looking fella, but he wasn’t lacking for any strength. He would rather spend time in peaceful and lush jungles or forests than the hustle and bustle of the cities (Thunderbluff was an exception). Soon he found himself finishing the last of the trivial questions, and keeping vague or plain skipping the all too personal stuff.
“Uh, I t’ink I finished it!” the druid chirped happily, hold up the piece of paper. Dazzil, who had decided to take a nap, woke with a startle. With drowsiness still lingering over him he took the paper and made sure the details were in order, he nodded and gave his trademark grin to his friend.
“Good stuff, man! I’ll take it over to the right folks and they’ll let you know if you got a date,” said Dazzil, standing up. He told Rei’hua he’d be right back and waved a quick good-bye before running off, leaving the troll on his lonesome. Rei’hua thought over the past hour and smiled to himself.
“I hope dey like flowers.”