~Mount Eskel~ discussion

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Eris walked in. she saw her mother lying on her bed, as usual. she rolled her eyes. she put her hair up, and went to make some bread.

Tryon sighed, then knocked on the door.

she sighed. she went to open the door. she rolled her eyes and leaned against the door. "what do you want now?" she asked annoyed.

He frowned, "I'm sorry that you don't like my vocabulary..."

"your sorry that i don't like your vocabulary? thats the lames apology I've ever heard, and I've heard quite a few." she sighed.

Tryon sighed, "Do you want my real apology or not?"

she sighed. "fine, what is it?"

"I'm sorry that you can't handle the fact that I'm a Lowlander...We're raised differently here than you are here, so if I come across as a total idiot, blame the lowlands."

She laughed. "i guess i accept your apology. i guess I'm kinda jealous of you." she said, blushing a little.

"Why are you jealous of me?"

"you have gotten to see the world! you've been somewhere else besides this mountain! all I've seen is this mountain." she said the last part bitterly.

He sighed, "Yeah, the mountain is dull."

"yep." she sighed. "especially when you don't have any company except your goats."

"Goats can be great fun," Tryon smiled. "Pin the tail on the goat, that is fun."

she laughed. "I've never played that..." she said.

"Only play that if you want to risk being butted by a goat..."

"oh, I've been butted plenty of times." she said, laughing. she realized they were still standing outside. "would you like to come in? i just made some bread..." she asked courteously.

"If you don't mind," he said nodding.

she opened the door for him. "oh don't mind my mother, she's always doing that." she said, glaring at the shape on the bed. she led him into the kitchen, and got some goat cheese from the cupboard. she spread some on the bread and handed it to him.

"Why?" Tryon frowned, taking the bread.

"my dad died when i was ten... ever since then she's been like a robot. i don't know why she's not gotten even a little bit better, I've tried herbs and roots and everything i can think of." she said sadly.

Tryon frowned, looking down at the bread. "I'm sorry."

"its fine. I've grown a hard shell." she said, taking a bite of bread.

Tryon looked up, then walked in a circle around her. "That's odd...You don't look like an egg, or a turtle."

She laughed. "looks can be deceiving." she said.

He frowned, then poked her. "You don't feel like one, either."

She laughed and blushed. She swatted his hand away

"What? Should I tell you that you do feel like a turtle?" Tryon made a face.

"i don't like people touching me." she said truthfully.

He nodded, "I see...I will never touch you ever again, then."

she nodded. "thank you."

He frowned, "I thought you were going to disagree, say, 'No! I need your touch!'"

"don't give yourself that much credit, sweety." she said, laughing.

"Sweety?" Tryon grinned. "Since when?"

She laughed and blushed a little. "since never. I was teasing you, if that wasn't obvious enough." she said

"Should I tease you and call you sweety too?"

"id prefer not, but you can." she said, grinning.

Tryon shrugged, ripping a piece off of his bread and eating it.

she smiled and looked at her hands. "ill be back in a second." she said to him, then went into the other room. she washed off her face and hands, that had gotten flour all over them. she changed into a different dress. and walked back into the room he was in.

"Aww, you didn't have to change for me," Tryon smiled as he looked up. "You looked fine already. The flour was a good look for you."

she rolled her eyes. "i don't like having flour all over my clothes. it makes me feel dirty." she said.

"Only dirt makes me feel dirty,' Tryon shrugged. "And mud."

"a lot of things make me feel dirty." she said

Tryon nodded slightly, keeping his thoughts to himself. "So, besides hating on Lowlanders, what do you do in your free time?"

"um, well. i like to draw pictures in the dirt." she said, thinking about one she had drawn the other day of a falcon in flight. "i don't have a lot of free time though, my mother does quarry work sometimes but its mostly me. and i have to take care of the goats. sometimes the younger children take care of them for me." she said.

"Have you ever drawn a picture of me?" Tryon looked curious.

"i think once." she said blushing. "i mostly draw animals though." she said.

Tryon grinned, noting her blush. "Well, if Ai could draw anything that didn't look like a stick with a head, I would draw you."

she laughed and blushed more. "would you like to see some of mine? i think there are a couple that aren't snowed/rained on." she asked