It is better to have Confidence then Socks
Martin comes by to visit, *knock knock knocking*. "Hey, Stepmum, you in here?" he wonders.
There comes a steady tap-tap-TAPPING as Vialle works on a mound of socks in front of her. The question is initially ignored as her fingers make quick work of sorting out mates leaving her with the odd socks. "Martin?" She calls out in a distracted tone of voice.
"The very one" Martin says. "Hey I wanted to get your opinion on this look. I have to go to Rebman Court today since Uncle Bleys is visiting." It might seem sort of odd to ask a blind woman about her opinion but that doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.
"Why would you were anything other than trunks and jewelry, Martin?" Vialle asks her head moving in the direction of Martin's voice but without 'seeing' him. Now that she has sorted down to the mismatched socks she still continues to rap against the table and try to pair them up.
"I have to because of the runes, I don't want them distracting anything." Martin mentions with a sigh. The sound of his voice indicates he's rather nervous about the situation, so does the mood color on the runes. "What are you doing with all those socks?" He comes closer. His eyebrows raise slightly as he looks over the collection. "You going to sell them for charity or something?"
"What?" Vialle is not as distracted by Martin's runes as she is by the socks. "They keep showing up in my laundry basket." She picks up a single sock that is brightly colored in rainbow stripes and soft and fuzzy. "They must be coming home in Random's pockets." She strokes the sock before dropping it.
"I'm not sure Dad wears socks like that." Martin points at a pair of rainbow colored ones. Though this naturally means they could belong to someone else and that would be worse. "Erm, well." He shrugs slightly. "Maybe he does. I mean, I've seen him wear some pretty weird things." He picks up one of the mismatched pairs. "I bet you could donate them to New Lioness, people there could use them."
Shoving the pile of socks at Martin, Vialle shows a hint of temper. "You may donate them, if you like." Her tone is formal and rigidly polite.
Martin backpeddles a bit, "Er. Hey, Hey...it's not my fault that Dad has a lot of socks. I mean, he's a Prince. He needs them. Trudging around Lir knows where." Apparently he doesn't realize that is probably not going to help much. He picks up a multi-colored legwarmer, shakes it out. "Lots of people in New Lioness will appreciate the donation, even though it's approaching summer time."
Vialle turns away from the work table and the socks and wrings her hands before she starts to pace. She knows the studio very well and has no difficulty walking, turning, walking. "Then by all means, you should save it for the winter." A smile comes back to her lips.
Martin watches her turn away and pace. "Hey, you didn't answer my question. Will this do or do I need more glitz?" He strikes a pose.
"You should not fail to leave an impression," Vialle replies as she turns and continues with her pacing. "You should have more confidence in yourself. Take a lesson from your father."
Martin mutters something under his breath, it sounds like: "I'm not wearing a wheel of fortune codpiece."
"I said confidence, Martin." Vialle has very good hearing. "Do you think your father frets in front of the mirror before going out into public?" The word 'mirror' seems to bring back her mood and she picks up speed while pacing.
Martin smirks, "Well no," he admits with a shake of his head, "I have to look good for the adoring public you know." Now he sounds like the once and future Rockstar that he is and preens. "I'd better get going. If I'm not there I might end up being fish food."
"That would be unfortunate," Vialle turns in her pacing and walks to Martin to embrace him. "Try not to say anything that will get you in trouble."
Martin returns the hug fondly. "Don't worry, I won't tell Uncle Bleys that real men wear vests." And with that, he steals a chocolate candy from a nearby dish and wanders off.
There comes a steady tap-tap-TAPPING as Vialle works on a mound of socks in front of her. The question is initially ignored as her fingers make quick work of sorting out mates leaving her with the odd socks. "Martin?" She calls out in a distracted tone of voice.
"The very one" Martin says. "Hey I wanted to get your opinion on this look. I have to go to Rebman Court today since Uncle Bleys is visiting." It might seem sort of odd to ask a blind woman about her opinion but that doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.
"Why would you were anything other than trunks and jewelry, Martin?" Vialle asks her head moving in the direction of Martin's voice but without 'seeing' him. Now that she has sorted down to the mismatched socks she still continues to rap against the table and try to pair them up.
"I have to because of the runes, I don't want them distracting anything." Martin mentions with a sigh. The sound of his voice indicates he's rather nervous about the situation, so does the mood color on the runes. "What are you doing with all those socks?" He comes closer. His eyebrows raise slightly as he looks over the collection. "You going to sell them for charity or something?"
"What?" Vialle is not as distracted by Martin's runes as she is by the socks. "They keep showing up in my laundry basket." She picks up a single sock that is brightly colored in rainbow stripes and soft and fuzzy. "They must be coming home in Random's pockets." She strokes the sock before dropping it.
"I'm not sure Dad wears socks like that." Martin points at a pair of rainbow colored ones. Though this naturally means they could belong to someone else and that would be worse. "Erm, well." He shrugs slightly. "Maybe he does. I mean, I've seen him wear some pretty weird things." He picks up one of the mismatched pairs. "I bet you could donate them to New Lioness, people there could use them."
Shoving the pile of socks at Martin, Vialle shows a hint of temper. "You may donate them, if you like." Her tone is formal and rigidly polite.
Martin backpeddles a bit, "Er. Hey, Hey...it's not my fault that Dad has a lot of socks. I mean, he's a Prince. He needs them. Trudging around Lir knows where." Apparently he doesn't realize that is probably not going to help much. He picks up a multi-colored legwarmer, shakes it out. "Lots of people in New Lioness will appreciate the donation, even though it's approaching summer time."
Vialle turns away from the work table and the socks and wrings her hands before she starts to pace. She knows the studio very well and has no difficulty walking, turning, walking. "Then by all means, you should save it for the winter." A smile comes back to her lips.
Martin watches her turn away and pace. "Hey, you didn't answer my question. Will this do or do I need more glitz?" He strikes a pose.
"You should not fail to leave an impression," Vialle replies as she turns and continues with her pacing. "You should have more confidence in yourself. Take a lesson from your father."
Martin mutters something under his breath, it sounds like: "I'm not wearing a wheel of fortune codpiece."
"I said confidence, Martin." Vialle has very good hearing. "Do you think your father frets in front of the mirror before going out into public?" The word 'mirror' seems to bring back her mood and she picks up speed while pacing.
Martin smirks, "Well no," he admits with a shake of his head, "I have to look good for the adoring public you know." Now he sounds like the once and future Rockstar that he is and preens. "I'd better get going. If I'm not there I might end up being fish food."
"That would be unfortunate," Vialle turns in her pacing and walks to Martin to embrace him. "Try not to say anything that will get you in trouble."
Martin returns the hug fondly. "Don't worry, I won't tell Uncle Bleys that real men wear vests." And with that, he steals a chocolate candy from a nearby dish and wanders off.