 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Despite Gevrik`s invitation to sit down, Sabel found himself still standing, watching the man closely. It was quite the debate in his mind whether to remain as he was, find a spot along the wall or yield and take up one of the seats. The first would be simply ridiculous and awkward, the second Ikenna may very well view as him considering himself outside the norm, above the rules, above hospitality and trying to exert some control, while the very later relinquished control and submission as well as acceptance of hospitality from this man, something he wasn't sure he was quite ready to do. Then again he seemed to recall from some distant and fuzzy part of his brain some saying about the submission to control was almost a greater control and strength in and of itself. That seemed to pertain mainly to following someone one trusted, but he supposed it could work in this case. Not that he trusted Ikenna. Not yet. Not for a while.
"Do you keep extra chairs about all the time, Mr. Gevrik? The one you brought to the feast seemed to serve you quite well." He hadn't been intending to say anything, and he nearly bit off his tongue in surprise at his own voice which came out calm and steady as he took up one of the empty seats. His tone was not mocking in itself but still noted with disapproval. "Though I am relieved to see these do not float, I'm not a fan of heights myself." No, he did not approve of Ikenna's tactics at the feast and though he had been intending to listen before jumping forward, he couldn't help but feel that this was something that needed to be addressed off the bat. The man's answer would certainly indicate some part of his character depending on his answer.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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