Post by Grayson on Jun 27, 2014 10:46:39 GMT -6
AND IVE LOST WHO I AM
AND I CAN'T UNDERSTAND
WHY MY HEART IS SO BROKEN
Brenna didn't know whoever had died. He was slowly beginning to understand just how many people were in the country of Hryst - not even counting those belonging to the other countries. It made sense for the woman to not know the deceased - there were too many people. There was no way she'd know them all. The look on Brenna's face left Grayson confused. She was smiling at him, but there was something else about it... something that Gray wasn't sure about. It's probably none of my business either but death happens. Did it? He understood what it was, but not fully. He simply nodded along to Brenna's words, blue eyes on the counter as she spoke. It's a hard thing to deal with a lot of the time but it happens. Hard? Gray's eyebrows knitted together as he looked over at Brenna, listening to her sigh. "I am sorry."
The topic changed to the liquor against the mirrored wall and Grayson was more than happy to learn more about the culture he was currently in. Brenna explained that there were more than just what he could see, which made Gray believe that the number of types of alcohol was loosely equivalent to the number of people in Hryst. She said that different places had different drinks. This was the only place he'd been to. "Like where?" he asked as she took another sip from her drink. "I am sure that some are better than others, right? Why would they be different in other places..."
The bartender returned, asking if there was anything else either of them wanted or needed, setting another drink down in front of Brenna. Grayson looked up from playing with the shot glass, pushing it towards the bartender so that he wouldn't play with it anymore. He didn't need to break it. Once the bartender left and after Grayson had said his piece about his name, Brenna spoke up again. I like Grayson I think. Easer to shorten it I guess. He nodded. "Gray," he said as if he'd heard people refer to him in such a way. Maybe he had... But from where?
Brenna broke through his thoughts, explaining what a sergeant was. It's a sort of peace keeper. Grayson's face lit up. "Oh! That is what I do, too!" He was Brynne's Speaker after all, and maintaining the peace of the people of Hryst was his main priority. Are you from around here? "No," he shook his head, then changed his mind halfway though the word. "Yes." He nodded. "I'm from Hryst." He came from Brynne. She was his creator, the reasoning behind his life, everything.
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