"Oh- Er- right-" Jean kicked himself, he completely mis-understood Ian. He felt a bit bad now, he really didn't meant to make him even more uncomfortable. He stood looking down at the ground not knowing what to say now. He rubbed his arm and tried to think of something to smooth it over. "I guess they are..." He said finally to Ian's other statement. He really wasn't fond of a lot of people in his house, and many out of it too. Then again, it could be that they weren't fond of him...
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 13, 2007 14:55:35 GMT -5
"Look, I'm awfully sorry man, I hardly know you and I keep rambling . . . can't shut me up with a hammer and nails once I get going though," Ian warned him with a smile. "And I didn't mean to attack your house . . . though to be honest . . .well you know what I think, anyway." Ian stood up now and stretched his arms over his head, which made him think back to the beach and he grinned. "Still doing that crazy contortion out on the sand?"
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 13, 2007 15:04:05 GMT -5
"Well it's . . the aisle . . . there's . ." How to explain the dark cave and what it held? He decided he couldn't . . .or at least shouldn't . . . and just paced a little, kneeling down and plucking one of the pale flowers from the ground and twisting it in his fingers. "Sometimes," he admitted. "But I'm always afraid of getting caught. Being that it's forbidden you wouldn't think they'd just LEAVE a boat right there . . . that's just . . . either asking for trouble or some trick . . ."
Jean looked at him a little puzzled. "Guess it is..." He really didn't understand while Ian would go to the place, he wondered what was worth risking getting caught. After mulling over it a few seconds he nodded again and said "Well, be careful then." He advised with a happy tone, watching him twist the flower.
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 13, 2007 15:22:46 GMT -5
"Careful, without being overcautious, which gets nothing done," Ian agreed, then lifted the flower slightly above his eyes and dropped it, blowing out as it fell past his mouth; the little current of air kicked the flower out a few inches where it tumbled chaotically to the ground. "Ever been out there anyway? You wouldn't be the first ...or second . .or third . . . everyone goes at least once. Most people anyway; I just keep going back."
"No... I haven't." Jean admitted as he looked at the flower now lying on the ground. "Didn't know everyone was doing it..." He said with as he walked back over to Ian. He laughed a little as he did, and looked up at the sky. Then back to Ian. "I'll have to try it sometime."
Post by Ian Flanagan on Apr 14, 2007 15:01:19 GMT -5
"You should . . . I'll go out there with you if you'd like; it isn't some great spiritual sojourn or anything . . . just something to do . . . well . . .something with a hint of danger. They say no magic should be used without knowledge near the cave and I've held to that well enough," Ian said, trying to emphasize his own ability to be sensible and rational when the need arose. "I don't know, it's just . . . different . . . okay it's a little in the vein of blatant rebellion . . ." he laughed at the admission; he'd found the caves reeked of secrets but that may have just been a desire for mystery and change. How one could find the magical world mundane was in itself unknown to him; he loved it but somehow it wasn't enough . . . he was bored and wanted more.
Jean laughed a bit at Ian's confession, he found rebellion or rebellion's sake a bit foreign. "Perhaps sometime then." He said looking over to where Ian now was. "But for now," He started looking towards the entrance he'd come from, "I should be off... work to do and all, can't very well get behind..." He turned facing away from Ian now, and scratched the back of his head, then taking a moment to fix the hair he'd messed in the process. "See you around then." he said with a small, nondescript, wave of his hand. He started off.