Hurried

[Wesley Wickercy]

Wesley smiled and nodded to him. "For the best I presume." He looked away for a moment, glancing from sunlit spot to sunlit spot, finding nothing of great. He shook his head. "They're not all bad I assue you. I don't think I could judge anyone on their house alone. Denys them personal merit." He hoped Ian felt the same, he was trying quite ardently to make some form of friendly connection.

[Ian Flanagan]

"I agree!" Ian said with ardent enthusiasm. "If someone's got worth, talent, skill . . . their house or birth is not important. But some people feel judging on gifts isn't fair . . . and I don't understand. I think ability is a fair criteria for critiquing someone!" He was slightly defensive, but kept the razor blunted in his voice. "I'm sorry. It's a sensitive point, you see . . ."

[Wesley Wickercy]

"Sorry..." Wesley haulted the subject best he could, resolving sensitive things were not the best topics for a first discussion. "Well." He said with a grin, "Its nice to meet likeminded people." He laughed and stood, facing Ian. "I'm afraid I should head to grab something to eat, if I'm going to rewrite that paper I'll need a snack." He laughed again and with a pause in his speech continued. "Care to take a turn about the castle with me? Grab some food?"

[Ian Flanagan]

"Food sounds like a very good idea," Ian agreed. "I hope it's edible tonight . . . if I have to sneak off to the Ingrixton Cafe for midnight snacks again . . . I'll be quite irate." He stood up suddenly too, smoothing his jeans and tugging at his shirt; a series of quick strokes over his hair, and a vain glance at the nearest reflective surface. "Let's be going, then . . ."

[Wesley Wickercy]

"Alright." Wesley turned on his heal. He stopped, bowed rolling his hand. "After you." He said with a smile.

ooc-- shall I create a new thread? Or would you rather do it?