The Tavern (A past RP)

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"Oh, I'm sorry..."

She smiles, and sighs a tad.

"Ad yes, I do. I don't really have anywhere else to go, so I come here. I try to sit away from anyone else alot, so I haven't really met anyone... How about you?"
 
"I was in the area" I replied, taking another sip of tea. "I drop by every so often. I tend to stay closer to Spirit Soaring, up in the Snowflakes."
 
"Aye..." She smiles. Genevieve has never really met one as captivating as this Alberon, and she leans foreward to watch him. He seems to glow for any type of attention, and she is definately giving him that. "Would... Would you like a drink..?" She completely ignores anything else at the moment, her soft gaze locked onto the male before her.
 
I was somewhat unnerved by the stare, but leaned in a bit myself and said softly "No thanks, I'm fine with my tea. Stronger stuff doesn't suit me."
 
"Oh, alright..." Genevieve blinks slightly, then gets a cracker. She pops it lightly into her mouth, and swallows, then watches the floor, silently.
 
"Something wrong" I asked kindly, fearing deep down that I'd offended her.
 
"Oh, no. Nothing's wrong." She looks up and smiles, then watches the floor again, tapping her foot slightly. She brushes some of her hair back, after some of it falls from the cover of her hood, but just barely.
 
"You sure" I asked again, slightly worried. I HATED to see people down in the dumps, I just couldn't take it. Anything that seemed remotely like depression and I was in full-on counselor mode.
 
"I said nothing's wrong. That means, nothing's wrong." Genevieve said, closing her eyes slightly, and taking a deep breath. "I am fine."

She smiles once more, and watches the floor, almost silently, save her breathing.
 
"Alright, if you're sure" I said hesitantly, taking a deep, calming breath to catch hold of myself.
 
"Yes I am sure, why would I not be sure?" She looks over at him, a questioning look in her eyes. "Do you not believe what I say?"
 
"I've had troubles with people covering emotions" I finally said, pacified and smiling.
 
"What do you mean...?" She furrows her brow slightly, then watches the floor, not meaning to pry.
 
"Oh, nothing much. Just a few wood elves I used to know" I replied lightly, smiling kindly. That was something I really didn't want to dredge back up, I'd spent the last three years burying it. Bringing Tarathiel and Ellifain back up would be of no good to anyone.
 
"Really now.." Geneveieve shrugs and sighs, then watches the fire in the fireplace roar with red and orange flames.
 
((OOC: I expect everyone who signed up for this thread to either have their character leave, or to continue RPing. I'm sick of this dissapearing act. Get in here, or just leave. As far as I know, someone's character is standing near TAD's and mine, just standing there! POST! NOW! *grr*))
 
<OOC>Terribly sorry about my absence, m'dear. I've been busy for a goodly while and haven't been able to get on.<OOC>

'Yes, really" I said matter-of-factly, staring into the fire myself. I stood, and crossing my arms behind my back, began pacing. I didn't quite know why, there was just a nervous energy in me begging to be let out.
 
OOC: What's going on right now i haven't replied ot this since returning...
 
OOC:
Just flip back a few pages and- dare I say it- read, Joe!

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Genevieve stands up, and slowly makes her way to the bar. Hugging her hood close, she regrets standing and walking from the fire... The air was colder where there was no flame. She reaches behind the bar and grabs a bottle of white wine, and a glass. She removes the cork, and pours some of the wine into the glass, before returning to her seat, after leaving the bottle on the counter.

"..."
 
OOC: I think I'll just jump in.

I got up off the couch that i was seated on and poured myself a glass of wine from the bottle on the counter, for a while now i had been just relaxing by the fire, "May i just join the lovely conversation you too are having or shall i wait? " I asked them politely.
 
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