There was something in the tone of Ruth's voice, something laced into the very mannerisms of him that was a call back to a much younger elf, so very very long ago. The same teasing words that brought color to his cheeks once upon a time now did so again, the color soft pink against freckles and golden vallaslin.
The study that Ruth was taken to had it's walls lined with shelves. Those shelves house Faelyn's personal collection, rebuilt over the years, with little trinkets, odds, and ends laced through out. Small stained glass pieces against the open window caught the light and cast their bright colors across the floor. An open terrarium, a replica of the local flora catching the afternoon sun and beginning to condensate against the curved glass, the shelf that it was placed on carefully chosen for just that purpose. All tidy. All neat. A well loved, lived in space but kempt. The desk was another matter altogether, best described as careful chaos.
Having his hand taken to be shaken came at perhaps a bit of a surprise. But shake it he did, though his small hand was a touch dwarfed even though they were close in height, and every bit as small and outright delicate as the rest of him.
Stepping out of the room and leaving Ruth to his own devices for the span of a few minutes, there were a number of options to choose from. A comfortable looking arm chair in the corner, it's side table the resting place for the book Faelyn was reading for pleasure. There was the chair across the desk, perhaps the one actually meant for guests, looking somewhat hard backed. But then there was the chair that Faelyn sat most in at his desk. Broken in and well loved like the rest of the room. A small, rounded pillow for his lower back, a blanket folded across the back either left over from winter or to chase out the chill of spring nights. While the armchair looked comfortable, this was where he spent all of his time.
Faelyn's footsteps could be heard a few minutes later, returning up the corridor, calling out ahead of him.
Yes... Just me. The occasional researcher but most days it is just me. It's quite nice, though I must admit years on end does leave one to want for company from time to time.
The study that Ruth was taken to had it's walls lined with shelves. Those shelves house Faelyn's personal collection, rebuilt over the years, with little trinkets, odds, and ends laced through out. Small stained glass pieces against the open window caught the light and cast their bright colors across the floor. An open terrarium, a replica of the local flora catching the afternoon sun and beginning to condensate against the curved glass, the shelf that it was placed on carefully chosen for just that purpose. All tidy. All neat. A well loved, lived in space but kempt. The desk was another matter altogether, best described as careful chaos.
Having his hand taken to be shaken came at perhaps a bit of a surprise. But shake it he did, though his small hand was a touch dwarfed even though they were close in height, and every bit as small and outright delicate as the rest of him.
Ruth... A pleasant name, for a pleasant individual I would think. Please, take a chair and make yourself at home. I will call for lunch and be back in just a moment.
Stepping out of the room and leaving Ruth to his own devices for the span of a few minutes, there were a number of options to choose from. A comfortable looking arm chair in the corner, it's side table the resting place for the book Faelyn was reading for pleasure. There was the chair across the desk, perhaps the one actually meant for guests, looking somewhat hard backed. But then there was the chair that Faelyn sat most in at his desk. Broken in and well loved like the rest of the room. A small, rounded pillow for his lower back, a blanket folded across the back either left over from winter or to chase out the chill of spring nights. While the armchair looked comfortable, this was where he spent all of his time.
Faelyn's footsteps could be heard a few minutes later, returning up the corridor, calling out ahead of him.
I don't know your tastes, so I look a guess. Hopefully there will be something to suit.
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