Post by Lyften Lytling on Nov 22, 2015 21:03:37 GMT -7
The sun was bright and the breeze was warm, and white clouds moved slowly above them. It seemed a lovely day to start an adventure. That was what Lyften thought of his journey as, with home far away and an ogre plodding along at his side. He was going on a grand adventure, with a mysterious and fascinating companion, to find his place in the world. He would have stories and songs enough to fill his book, and perhaps a second and a third. All the best books seemed to come in threes.
"Will this not be marvelous?" He asked, turning his gaze skyward to try and meet the towering ogre's eyes. "To see the very edges of the map? I have never gone so far as this, not ever in all my years. Though I suppose you are well traveled, well traveled indeed. You have that look about you."
Osgar silently followed the small bard, occasionally looking down to him to make sure he was keeping pace. It amazed him that someone as small as that could exist, that an entire town of people that size could exist. He was profoundly glad he was no longer in that cramped little hamlet. Upon the road he could stretch as much as he wanted, feel free and unrestricted by ceilings that only came up to his stomach. He looked back down to Lyften as he began to speak.
"I have that look?" Osgar inquired, raising an eyebrow. "What exactly do I look like?"
Post by Lyften Lytling on Nov 22, 2015 21:18:32 GMT -7
"Worldly! It is as I said, you look as if you have traveled very far. Though perhaps it is simply that you do not look like anyone I have ever met." Lyften considered it for a moment, then laughed. "You know, where I come from I am very tall. Can you imagine that?"
Post by Lyften Lytling on Nov 22, 2015 21:40:52 GMT -7
"Tall by comparison." He agreed. "I am only half of a halfling, you see. A threequarterling, even. I imagine my mother was quite tall indeed, though certainly not so tall as you. You are like a tree, or a mountain, or a great wall one cannot even dream of climbing."
Lyften gave a tittering laugh and tugged on the straps of his pack, adjusting it on his shoulders. He was giddy with delight, and didn't realize how endlessly he chattered.
Post by Lyften Lytling on Nov 23, 2015 20:40:32 GMT -7
"Oh, I am so glad of it." Lyften beamed. "That really is all I could ever ask for, what with dreams of being a proper bard, but my father says that perhaps there are times when I should not speak at all."
"You will find these times eventually. Until then, I will make sure that nothing happens to you should you speak yourself into a bad time," Osgar said laughing. He could not wait until this little man started a fight with someone near twice his size. He absolutely relished the look upon aggressors' faces when he would step between them and his clients.
Post by Lyften Lytling on Nov 25, 2015 20:40:01 GMT -7
"You were that tall once?" Lyften shrieked in surprise, staring up at the hand held above him. "I cannot even imagine it! But how wonderful for you! I never knew my mother, but my father says she was a mercenary, too."
Post by Lyften Lytling on Nov 25, 2015 20:45:53 GMT -7
"Well, I am not so sure mine planned on the mother part of it. She seemed quite keen on continuing her mercenary work." Lyften noted, though he didn't sound bitter. "And yes, actually. I cannot even begin to imagine an ogre child."
"Dedication to one's profession is admirable. My father was much the same way," Osgar explained, smiling at the memory of the short time he'd spent with his father. "Ogre children begin small then become large fairly quickly. It is like, uhm, a seed to a great tree."
He looked down to the small bard.
"I hope my words paint a picture, is not usually my job."
Post by Lyften Lytling on Nov 25, 2015 20:54:54 GMT -7
"Oh no, that makes perfect sense. One also can barely imagine how a tree comes from a seed, and yet it does! And now I understand completely." He looked back at Osgar and gave the ogre a truly dazzling smile. "Your parents sound like admirable people. I should think they are very proud of you."