Post by ealasaid on Nov 21, 2009 17:56:05 GMT -5
Vingo quirked an eyebrow at the albino marten, a wry grin playing across his graying, handsome face, the boyish grin making him look ten years younger despite the flecking of gray fur. By the paw covering Caden's mouth, he could see that his nephew had indeed enjoyed the song, though seemed too bashful to show it.
With a soft chuckle and shake of his head, Vingo stood and returned the lute to its case.
"Thank you, Jal Fugate. I certainly try to keep a broad mind when it comes to the songs I know. One never knows what type of music a situation may call for."
He had always had a knack for remembering things, and that was true with songs as well. Upon hearing a tune once or twice, he was able to repeat it with hardly any errors, and after several repetitions the song would be added to his sizable mental repertoire.
Once again he hefted his pack onto his back and lifted the lute case from the bed. The trio made their way back down to the main room of the tavern. Geraldine looked up from the bar as Vingo walked over to her.
"Here's your key, Madame. An' thank you for your hospitality. The comfort an' coziness of your rooms is bested only by the deliciousness of your cookin' an' the beauty of - " He paused, looking over her shoulder. A grumpy-looking male weasel slightly older than Vingo had emerged from the room behind the bar, his annoyance obviously directed at the marten. Vingo quickly recovered, his tone changing from that of a flattering flirt to a respectful patron with hardly a noticeable change in the rhythm of his speech.
" - the view from the north-facing rooms. What a wonderfully quaint town this is, an' the window from my room afforded an exquisite view."
Geraldine frowned slightly as she tucked the key back into the pocket of her apron. Vingo nodded to the beast who was approaching behind her.
"Good morn to you, Jal Timber."
Geraldine's mouth formed a quick 'o' of understanding, then winked at Vingo, who flicked his ear in response, but did not change his expression. Ulysses Timber was the owner of the tavern and husband of Geraldine, and had taken a quick dislike to Vingo when the marten had arrived the previous day. Vingo had realized this early on and attempted to avoid the weasel, but the marten's friendly, flirtatious manner with Geraldine had irked Ulysses to no end. Of course the marten had no subversive intentions with the female weasel, he was only being friendly in his usual warm manner.
"You taking your leave, Jal Sken?" Ulysses asked gruffly, putting one arm about Geraldine in a somewhat protective way. Vingo nodded.
"Aye, Jal Fugate here has been kind enough t'invite me into his home while I'm in Welkin."
"Good," the male weasel said. Geraldine rolled her eyes and nudged him in the stomach with her elbow. Ulysses looked down at her with some annoyance, but conceded, continuing his sentence far less gracefully than Vingo had accomplished several moments earlier. "Good that you have someplace to stay that has more amenities," he said flatly.
With a soft chuckle and shake of his head, Vingo stood and returned the lute to its case.
"Thank you, Jal Fugate. I certainly try to keep a broad mind when it comes to the songs I know. One never knows what type of music a situation may call for."
He had always had a knack for remembering things, and that was true with songs as well. Upon hearing a tune once or twice, he was able to repeat it with hardly any errors, and after several repetitions the song would be added to his sizable mental repertoire.
Once again he hefted his pack onto his back and lifted the lute case from the bed. The trio made their way back down to the main room of the tavern. Geraldine looked up from the bar as Vingo walked over to her.
"Here's your key, Madame. An' thank you for your hospitality. The comfort an' coziness of your rooms is bested only by the deliciousness of your cookin' an' the beauty of - " He paused, looking over her shoulder. A grumpy-looking male weasel slightly older than Vingo had emerged from the room behind the bar, his annoyance obviously directed at the marten. Vingo quickly recovered, his tone changing from that of a flattering flirt to a respectful patron with hardly a noticeable change in the rhythm of his speech.
" - the view from the north-facing rooms. What a wonderfully quaint town this is, an' the window from my room afforded an exquisite view."
Geraldine frowned slightly as she tucked the key back into the pocket of her apron. Vingo nodded to the beast who was approaching behind her.
"Good morn to you, Jal Timber."
Geraldine's mouth formed a quick 'o' of understanding, then winked at Vingo, who flicked his ear in response, but did not change his expression. Ulysses Timber was the owner of the tavern and husband of Geraldine, and had taken a quick dislike to Vingo when the marten had arrived the previous day. Vingo had realized this early on and attempted to avoid the weasel, but the marten's friendly, flirtatious manner with Geraldine had irked Ulysses to no end. Of course the marten had no subversive intentions with the female weasel, he was only being friendly in his usual warm manner.
"You taking your leave, Jal Sken?" Ulysses asked gruffly, putting one arm about Geraldine in a somewhat protective way. Vingo nodded.
"Aye, Jal Fugate here has been kind enough t'invite me into his home while I'm in Welkin."
"Good," the male weasel said. Geraldine rolled her eyes and nudged him in the stomach with her elbow. Ulysses looked down at her with some annoyance, but conceded, continuing his sentence far less gracefully than Vingo had accomplished several moments earlier. "Good that you have someplace to stay that has more amenities," he said flatly.