11-27-2021, 04:07 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-27-2021, 07:19 PM by Hieronymous. Edited 1 time in total.)
@Ira
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After his little impromptu meeting with Orlaith, he didn't waste much time to go and find Ira in regards to the topic he had in mind. There was little to be concerned about and frankly he was quite relaxed about it all, but there was still something that he had to be certain of... and that this Stormborn man wouldn't be troublesome later on down the road if he was demanding an audience with only half of the leaders of Vanderfell and refusing to meet with anyone else.
He still wondered why that is. The man may have only been "passing through" but only leaving a half-baked message with Orlaith seemed quite off for someone who must have travelled far to see no one else other than one individual. He tried not to frown at the thought or let a dark cloud hang over him and yet it was hard to keep those frown lines away for very long the more he thought about it climbing the mountains toward he and his wife's den.
Even with his mild limp in the back leg he wasn't slowed down much these days. The leg moved strangely and stiffly, but it clearly didn't bother him as he kept using it. Though certainly later in life it would become more of a nuisance, right now if he was aware of it Hieronymous would could his blessings for not feeling pain and letting such injuries go completely forgotten.
“Ira?” He thought about approaching her with "my love" "dear" or any other cute pet names, but they never seemed to fit her... not that she didn't deserve such callings but they all seemed to come off almost insulting for someone like her. So the High King simply kept to her name, the way he spoke it with adoring tones spelt enough how he felt without gushing. “Do you have a moment?”
^^He still wondered why that is. The man may have only been "passing through" but only leaving a half-baked message with Orlaith seemed quite off for someone who must have travelled far to see no one else other than one individual. He tried not to frown at the thought or let a dark cloud hang over him and yet it was hard to keep those frown lines away for very long the more he thought about it climbing the mountains toward he and his wife's den.
Even with his mild limp in the back leg he wasn't slowed down much these days. The leg moved strangely and stiffly, but it clearly didn't bother him as he kept using it. Though certainly later in life it would become more of a nuisance, right now if he was aware of it Hieronymous would could his blessings for not feeling pain and letting such injuries go completely forgotten.
“Ira?” He thought about approaching her with "my love" "dear" or any other cute pet names, but they never seemed to fit her... not that she didn't deserve such callings but they all seemed to come off almost insulting for someone like her. So the High King simply kept to her name, the way he spoke it with adoring tones spelt enough how he felt without gushing. “Do you have a moment?”
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