Jolyon kept his stride easy, matching Sianna's without pressing for any rush to their destination. His satchel kept its cadence against his thigh, strap upon his left shoulder and unusual feeling, but upon his right arm was his charge for the evening, and that was much more suitable.
"At least," he began with a whimsical smile as he looked up to the night sky with its uneven and rare smattering of wispy clouds, "it is a rather pleasant evening for a walk. Do let me know if it tires you, though, and I shall hail a carriage."
"Aye, I shall. And thank ye again for th' kindness of seeing me home, Jolyon." A deep breath and then another as Sianna paced herself slow and steady along the cobblestone streets. Even in the summer, the night air had dipped to the pleasant cool that refreshed after the day's heat.
?Of course, of course, it is my pleasure to share part of the evening's walk home with such amiable company. I am only sorry that you are feeling so poorly. I believe I overheard you speaking of med..medications? Are they at hand to aid you in relief?" A few nods to those who touched their caps in the general gesture of friendliness rarely found on the streets of Rhydin. It struck Jolyon with some mild amusement at the haphazard cultures that still spiced the city.
Sianna nodded and sidestepped a puddle of some substance in the street. "No' on hand. 'Tis just medicines I'm tae take tae keep th' body pressure in order as it needs tae be." Such medical jargon was still unknown to her, so she described the situation as best she could. "'Tis probably just a cold or some such settling in, though."
Maneuvers as well so she is not without his aid or support. "Hmm, then it is rest you need and rest I shall see that you get upon your arrival at your home and until Johnny returns. Perhaps I shall read to you and send you quite easily off to slumber." A wry smile, the dash of a chuckle. "He did say he was to bring a doctor along too, if I recall, and just as well. Colds can be such fickle things and best seen to soon to the starting."
?Aye, and he's verra overprotective, especially now..." The lanes and buildings shifted and passed until they were just a few blocks from The Silver Lark. "But I shall be verra grateful for th' company and conversation. If I were left tae my own, I'd do naught but sit and fret until they arrived."
"Well, that will not do at all. No, no. No sitting and fretting. I have nothing serviceable in my satchel, I'm afraid. Have you something of your own in mind?" A gypsy wagon with its colorful ornamentation and the melancholy drift of a hummed tune in counterpoint to the harness bells drifted by and he was but momentarily distracted in its study. Realizing it, he thought perhaps he had missed her reply and responded with, "Hmm?"
?There are plenty of books in th' library, ye can easily have th' pick of them as I dinna have anything specific tae suggest." Sianna watched the cart with a wistful nostalgic expression. Involuntarily, she began humming quietly a little refrain of the melancholy tune. One final turn and The Silver Lark came into view.
A little surprised, "Do you know that tune?" He looked to her only in brief, though he spotted their destination further on with some ease of his tension that the lady would be able to rest soon.
"Canna say as I know th' words they put tae their version but I've heard it before. There are several versions of it, I s'pose." Sianna squeezed his arm lightly before letting go to undo the latch of the gate. It had a mind of its own to be temperamental at times.
?Yes, quite. Several different sets of lyrics, though a tendency towards poems about travel, longing for home, when it is played in its slower tempo. Of course, in further reflection, in the vivace tempo it is also about travel, only the looking forward to it, the anticipation of adventure." He chuckled and assisted where he was needed to get the lady safely inside her home.
"At least," he began with a whimsical smile as he looked up to the night sky with its uneven and rare smattering of wispy clouds, "it is a rather pleasant evening for a walk. Do let me know if it tires you, though, and I shall hail a carriage."
"Aye, I shall. And thank ye again for th' kindness of seeing me home, Jolyon." A deep breath and then another as Sianna paced herself slow and steady along the cobblestone streets. Even in the summer, the night air had dipped to the pleasant cool that refreshed after the day's heat.
?Of course, of course, it is my pleasure to share part of the evening's walk home with such amiable company. I am only sorry that you are feeling so poorly. I believe I overheard you speaking of med..medications? Are they at hand to aid you in relief?" A few nods to those who touched their caps in the general gesture of friendliness rarely found on the streets of Rhydin. It struck Jolyon with some mild amusement at the haphazard cultures that still spiced the city.
Sianna nodded and sidestepped a puddle of some substance in the street. "No' on hand. 'Tis just medicines I'm tae take tae keep th' body pressure in order as it needs tae be." Such medical jargon was still unknown to her, so she described the situation as best she could. "'Tis probably just a cold or some such settling in, though."
Maneuvers as well so she is not without his aid or support. "Hmm, then it is rest you need and rest I shall see that you get upon your arrival at your home and until Johnny returns. Perhaps I shall read to you and send you quite easily off to slumber." A wry smile, the dash of a chuckle. "He did say he was to bring a doctor along too, if I recall, and just as well. Colds can be such fickle things and best seen to soon to the starting."
?Aye, and he's verra overprotective, especially now..." The lanes and buildings shifted and passed until they were just a few blocks from The Silver Lark. "But I shall be verra grateful for th' company and conversation. If I were left tae my own, I'd do naught but sit and fret until they arrived."
"Well, that will not do at all. No, no. No sitting and fretting. I have nothing serviceable in my satchel, I'm afraid. Have you something of your own in mind?" A gypsy wagon with its colorful ornamentation and the melancholy drift of a hummed tune in counterpoint to the harness bells drifted by and he was but momentarily distracted in its study. Realizing it, he thought perhaps he had missed her reply and responded with, "Hmm?"
?There are plenty of books in th' library, ye can easily have th' pick of them as I dinna have anything specific tae suggest." Sianna watched the cart with a wistful nostalgic expression. Involuntarily, she began humming quietly a little refrain of the melancholy tune. One final turn and The Silver Lark came into view.
A little surprised, "Do you know that tune?" He looked to her only in brief, though he spotted their destination further on with some ease of his tension that the lady would be able to rest soon.
"Canna say as I know th' words they put tae their version but I've heard it before. There are several versions of it, I s'pose." Sianna squeezed his arm lightly before letting go to undo the latch of the gate. It had a mind of its own to be temperamental at times.
?Yes, quite. Several different sets of lyrics, though a tendency towards poems about travel, longing for home, when it is played in its slower tempo. Of course, in further reflection, in the vivace tempo it is also about travel, only the looking forward to it, the anticipation of adventure." He chuckled and assisted where he was needed to get the lady safely inside her home.