Ah, but yesterday - or was it the day before - he was a stranger in a strange forest. He was looming and large, rather fierce and more than a bit intimidating. Now? Now he is Max, Maxim. A warrior and a scholar, a friend and quest companion. And a damned fine omelet maker.
Mara reaches for the juice, her fingers barely touching his own as she looks up at him. Her smile, still open and full, softens a bit. "I would hope not. You are my guest, and moreso than that? I name you my friend. I do not use that word lightly, for all that we've not known each other long. The measure of a man is his actions far more than his words." The look in her eyes, steady and true, show exactly how she feels about the sorcerers actions.
"I may judge swiftly, but I am rarely wrong." Her lips quirk at that. "I am not wrong about this. However, if my exuberance and lack of proper distance and decorum gives you pause, I would ask that you tell me. I would not want to cause you any discomfort, not even the mildest sort."
"And, when not at court where distance and formality is the watchword? I have been told I could be a bit overwhelming."
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Date: 2015-02-26 03:06 am (UTC)Mara reaches for the juice, her fingers barely touching his own as she looks up at him. Her smile, still open and full, softens a bit. "I would hope not. You are my guest, and moreso than that? I name you my friend. I do not use that word lightly, for all that we've not known each other long. The measure of a man is his actions far more than his words." The look in her eyes, steady and true, show exactly how she feels about the sorcerers actions.
"I may judge swiftly, but I am rarely wrong." Her lips quirk at that. "I am not wrong about this. However, if my exuberance and lack of proper distance and decorum gives you pause, I would ask that you tell me. I would not want to cause you any discomfort, not even the mildest sort."
"And, when not at court where distance and formality is the watchword? I have been told I could be a bit overwhelming."