"Why would you be embarrassed? There is no shame in admiring another’s craft,” the Princess pointed out. “Should someone be embarrassed if they enjoy your song? Her style is different from yours. There are some masters that pursue every style, but when you are just beginning… the one that calls to you is plenty.”
When he finally took the offered seat, that was better; she didn’t appreciate being stood over or craning her neck to look at him. Further, it was an awkward way to carry out a conversation. She nodded when he mentioned that he did the best he could with his enlistment. It was fortunate, at least, that music, particularly singing, could often be practiced anywhere. He wasn't carrying around a larger instrument - in his downtime he could practice his voice to his heart's content. "I noticed that your song had more of an operatic style than most. Is that your preference? Why are you interested in that particular style?"
When he said she might not find it hard to believe, one eyebrow went up and it suggested she did not find it hard to believe at all. "If you were the black sheep that wanted to be a soldier, what does the rest of your family do?" She smiled and nodded at another who curtsied a greeting to her, having recognized her, as they were passing by on their way out, though her attention returned to the elf sitting at the table with her.
She thanked the server that brought another cider, though she was still sipping her first one, and looked him over when he said he was still learning to interact with others of a different class. "It shows," Akantha remarked. "Etiquette and manners will go a long way. When in doubt, there are always books available in the libraries. A soldier should not forget to train their mind as well as their body." Balance in all things, lest the neglect of one lead to problems for the whole down the line.
When he finally took the offered seat, that was better; she didn’t appreciate being stood over or craning her neck to look at him. Further, it was an awkward way to carry out a conversation. She nodded when he mentioned that he did the best he could with his enlistment. It was fortunate, at least, that music, particularly singing, could often be practiced anywhere. He wasn't carrying around a larger instrument - in his downtime he could practice his voice to his heart's content. "I noticed that your song had more of an operatic style than most. Is that your preference? Why are you interested in that particular style?"
When he said she might not find it hard to believe, one eyebrow went up and it suggested she did not find it hard to believe at all. "If you were the black sheep that wanted to be a soldier, what does the rest of your family do?" She smiled and nodded at another who curtsied a greeting to her, having recognized her, as they were passing by on their way out, though her attention returned to the elf sitting at the table with her.
She thanked the server that brought another cider, though she was still sipping her first one, and looked him over when he said he was still learning to interact with others of a different class. "It shows," Akantha remarked. "Etiquette and manners will go a long way. When in doubt, there are always books available in the libraries. A soldier should not forget to train their mind as well as their body." Balance in all things, lest the neglect of one lead to problems for the whole down the line.
"There is no rose without a thorn."
