he doesn't actually put her down. Tolerates any further complaints about her dignity or height in much the same way, and sets her gently on her feet when they reach the tea room, at which point it is apparent that no, she has not grown as tall as him.
(So there.)
But he's been in Kirkwall what, five minutes? And this elderly woman greets him like her own boy, letting him take her hands and kiss her cheek and giving him a slap on the arm (what an arm) when he calls her ma'am, polite like, ushering Herian in- )
Here to collect, yeah. I thought we'd have a pot, though, if you wouldn't mind - we'll take whatever you've got going.
( An easy grin, easy demeanor; he'll always have whatever you'd like to give him, always curious about what it might be. The shop is mostly a shop, tins of tea - mostly so varied she like as not sells 'em one of a kind and might be able to get a hold again of something you liked, but maybe not - and little boxes of incense and pressed flowers in frames and someone's cat, winding around everyone's feet. There's two tables, low with soft chairs, and curios and art that is and is not for sale.
It's warm, smells of spice, feels like someone's ill-advised passion project, and is exactly the sort of place Seoraj has always unerringly gravitated to. She can expect his return business. )
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( It's not far from the market, though, so -
he doesn't actually put her down. Tolerates any further complaints about her dignity or height in much the same way, and sets her gently on her feet when they reach the tea room, at which point it is apparent that no, she has not grown as tall as him.
(So there.)
But he's been in Kirkwall what, five minutes? And this elderly woman greets him like her own boy, letting him take her hands and kiss her cheek and giving him a slap on the arm (what an arm) when he calls her ma'am, polite like, ushering Herian in- )
Here to collect, yeah. I thought we'd have a pot, though, if you wouldn't mind - we'll take whatever you've got going.
( An easy grin, easy demeanor; he'll always have whatever you'd like to give him, always curious about what it might be. The shop is mostly a shop, tins of tea - mostly so varied she like as not sells 'em one of a kind and might be able to get a hold again of something you liked, but maybe not - and little boxes of incense and pressed flowers in frames and someone's cat, winding around everyone's feet. There's two tables, low with soft chairs, and curios and art that is and is not for sale.
It's warm, smells of spice, feels like someone's ill-advised passion project, and is exactly the sort of place Seoraj has always unerringly gravitated to. She can expect his return business. )