10-03-2022, 04:57 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-03-2022, 04:58 PM by Astrid Gudrun.)
Astrid held in a grin as the tavern door opened and at last her quarry had arrived, her fingers shifting into another tune as her song came to an end. As she suspected he went right to counter for a drink and she smiled as she reached for her tankard again. Only she paused from taking a drink as he announced a round of drinks for the house and her smile fell. What the hell? She had planned on paying for his drinks as her revenge not the whole bloody tavern. And why did that make her suddenly a bit irritated, it was technically his gold piece she had used and he could do as he wanted but for some reason all the fun spirit she had thought this would feel like suddenly fizzled out. He was in a good mood and for good reason with the school now off and running. It was just going to cost her this little plan of revenge that now that she thought it over seemed juvenile and stupid. Why did she decide to do this in the first place and why had she looked forward to not so much the plan but running into him again face to face?
She took a drink finally coming to her senses, just about missing his next call out to provide her with a drink for providing the music as she lowered her tankard down from her lips. Did he not recognize her there? The firelight was making her hair glow a bit and the cloak was something she hadn't worn earlier around him but still it seemed a little odd. Granted they had only had a few close encounters while the rest had been in passing but honestly how many blond women did he know around here? And why did that also slightly irritate her that she hadn't been recognized? Damn him, he was getting under her guard again. She hadn't cared about being recognized before so why now and more importantly why him?
Exhaling a small breath and hopefully removing most of her inner frustration, Astrid put on a soft warm smile, her kind hearted healer mask back into place on her expression and slowly turned around in her chair until she could better face Godric and when he finally noticed her, take in his expression when the dots were connected in his mind. Raising her tankard a bit she nodded it politely in his direction. "Thank you good sir for the kind gesture, I'll be sure to take you up on your offer as soon as I finish this one in a few moments" she said then lowered her tankard back down and set it down onto the table as she turned back around to face forward. She was tempted to begin playing again, further play in to not being expecting or surprised to find her there but instead she carefully set her lyre down on the table and picking back up the tankard. Unable to hold it in, she smiled as she brought it up to her lips for a drink.
She took a drink finally coming to her senses, just about missing his next call out to provide her with a drink for providing the music as she lowered her tankard down from her lips. Did he not recognize her there? The firelight was making her hair glow a bit and the cloak was something she hadn't worn earlier around him but still it seemed a little odd. Granted they had only had a few close encounters while the rest had been in passing but honestly how many blond women did he know around here? And why did that also slightly irritate her that she hadn't been recognized? Damn him, he was getting under her guard again. She hadn't cared about being recognized before so why now and more importantly why him?
Exhaling a small breath and hopefully removing most of her inner frustration, Astrid put on a soft warm smile, her kind hearted healer mask back into place on her expression and slowly turned around in her chair until she could better face Godric and when he finally noticed her, take in his expression when the dots were connected in his mind. Raising her tankard a bit she nodded it politely in his direction. "Thank you good sir for the kind gesture, I'll be sure to take you up on your offer as soon as I finish this one in a few moments" she said then lowered her tankard back down and set it down onto the table as she turned back around to face forward. She was tempted to begin playing again, further play in to not being expecting or surprised to find her there but instead she carefully set her lyre down on the table and picking back up the tankard. Unable to hold it in, she smiled as she brought it up to her lips for a drink.
