Mathièu & Ibelin

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin sighs. "Fine," he mumbles, sitting up. He pretends not to notice Mathieu's arms letting go of his torso as he does so.

{:3}

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[timbits_tootsie]

Not until Ibelin has left bed does Mathieu follow his example and crawl out from under the blanket to get dressed. His arms feel strange now that they aren't holding onto something any longer. His eyes keep straying to Ibelin when they dress, too, and it turns his face hot everytime he notices.

"Let's go," he says.

(Should we have Ibelin try to convince Mattie to attend one of those performance nights for amateur musicians soon? :3)

[antonnachzehrer]

They stop by the same breakfast cart as yesterday. Before they part ways, Ibelin tells Mathieu, "We should start looking for a place to live soon."

{That sounds good! Maybe he can hear about them tonight and tell Mathieu about them?}

[timbits_tootsie]

Mathieu nods. "We can discuss it tonight. I will see you later, Ibelin," he says, and hurries off to work before he's late.

(Let's do that!)

[antonnachzehrer]

Work is busy again, and Ibelin thinks it to be unusual, even for a town so immersed in music. He asks the shop keeper why all the business and the man laughs.

"The Festival of Taliesan, of course!" he says. "Haven't you ever heard of it?"

"No," Ibelin admits. "I've spent most of my life in the north."

"Ah, well then!" The old man chuckles. "The Festival of Taliesan is a month long celebration of music and dance, celebrating our heritage," he explains. "There'll be all sorts of concerts and contests and talent shows, and feasts and drinking. It's the biggest event of the year."

"Oh." Ibelin hadn't realized. But the thought of a music festival sounds delightful. "What else can you tell me?" he asks, curious.

The old man just smiles.

{Okay! :3}