Eye calculating the measure of every footstep he makes. There is a note in the nodding of her head, as she ushers Samuel toward the cushion on the floor right in front of her. A cascade of organized cushions, fastened together with woven cloths spread along the floor around them. There is no fire to stoke any heat given, but it is warm within this tent regardless.
"I know of your House name, and see your demeanor. The gait of a man well raised on material means. Yet eyes that sweep across shadows, and a lowered head almost too obedient." Her voice is quaint, quiet, gentle, and singsong in a way, "You may have this."
Her own hands motion into the palms of the woman beside her, and they quickly move with swiftness to gather the materials requested by him, "You may request a courier if you would like, we send someone fast - swift even... I would ask you to add into your letter, that you are being housed and under the care of the Tuatha De."
Ingrid states, a heavy desire for political weight. Though, for them, it is merely enough that their name is known - and they wish nothing else otherwise for it, "Caoimhe can share her tent with you since she is the one who brought you here."
If Samuel looks or takes note of Caoimhe - who, by this point, has settled into a spot. Looking towards Ingrid and giving a wide-eyed look. There is something that surprises her in what the other says, but her face relaxes thereafter.
"That said, you should know. The people here may know of your name, but even if they do. They will not care for it, and to stay within Caoimhe's tent. Will invite a sort of - - " Ingrid pinches her chin, with her thumb and forefinger as if attempting to word this correctly. A few words come out in elvish until she finally says,"Judgement; I would offer elsewhere but every tent here is full, and seeing as you came in here looking as you do. I doubt it will bother you much, to stay with her."
Implying that his current messy and disgusting look, means that Samuel won't care if other people look down on him. As was is her educated assumption.
As this was stated, the materials requested were given to him. Placed gently within his hands, the woman in question then glides away back to her seated position.
no subject
"I know of your House name, and see your demeanor. The gait of a man well raised on material means. Yet eyes that sweep across shadows, and a lowered head almost too obedient." Her voice is quaint, quiet, gentle, and singsong in a way, "You may have this."
Her own hands motion into the palms of the woman beside her, and they quickly move with swiftness to gather the materials requested by him, "You may request a courier if you would like, we send someone fast - swift even... I would ask you to add into your letter, that you are being housed and under the care of the Tuatha De."
Ingrid states, a heavy desire for political weight. Though, for them, it is merely enough that their name is known - and they wish nothing else otherwise for it, "Caoimhe can share her tent with you since she is the one who brought you here."
If Samuel looks or takes note of Caoimhe - who, by this point, has settled into a spot. Looking towards Ingrid and giving a wide-eyed look. There is something that surprises her in what the other says, but her face relaxes thereafter.
"That said, you should know. The people here may know of your name, but even if they do. They will not care for it, and to stay within Caoimhe's tent. Will invite a sort of - - " Ingrid pinches her chin, with her thumb and forefinger as if attempting to word this correctly. A few words come out in elvish until she finally says,"Judgement; I would offer elsewhere but every tent here is full, and seeing as you came in here looking as you do. I doubt it will bother you much, to stay with her."
Implying that his current messy and disgusting look, means that Samuel won't care if other people look down on him. As was is her educated assumption.
As this was stated, the materials requested were given to him. Placed gently within his hands, the woman in question then glides away back to her seated position.