One more again.

[Fia]

As Fia leaves the Hunt room, she pauses at Lyrah's table before heading out the door. "Thanks for letting me steal Jaak earlier. I'm off for a hunt, but hopefully will see you in Trieste for the gathering?"

[...]

As Fia approached Lyrah she tensed a bit and nodded to the woman. "I wouldn't miss it my dear friend. Do be careful on your hunt. I look forward to hearing tale of your adventures"

[Fia]

Fia notices something is a little off with Lyrah, but the hunt is waiting and such discussions are better left for less public locations. "Excellent, I look forward to seeing you there. We shall swap tales then, as I would very much like to here where you disappeared to and what has transpired since then. The hunt calls, otherwise we could chat now. Take care of yourself until then."

With that Fia trots out the door and off to the hunt.

[...]

Lyrah herself continues to sit in that corner, idly tapping nails upon the surface of the table which sat before her. To the observer of the obvious, she looked dreadfully bored. Though to a keen eye, it was not hard to see that the woman was very clearly feeling a tad unsafe, and perhaps out of her element.

[Raetus]

Jack having finally becoming desperate steals one of the rags and heads back into the Hunt room leaving the door wide open as he proceeds to clean the floor. Inside a pigeon sitting upon a nearby chair suddenly takes flight. Exiting the Hunt room door it flutters into the rafters. Jack continues to clean unknowing and lightly sings to himself.  

Baa, baa black sheep

Have you any wool
Yes sir, yes sir
Three bags full...

 

[Storyteller]

The drunk returns to the shield of safety only this time a few things are different about him. He has taken a bath and is dressed in clean clothes his hair is neatly combed and his beard is trimmed. The drunk is carrying a small hand full of fire lilies and white asters. The drunk does not walk with a limp nor does he appear under the influence of alcohol. The drunk scans the room before setting his sights on his prize he steadiest himself before slowly making his way over to Lady Belirae.

"You are my heart beat,
You saved me,
You are my light,
But you are my world,
You are my everything,
I love you,
You are my sky,
You are my moon,
You are the warm sunshine on a summer day,
You are my love," he says ask a weakly presses the flowers towards Lady Belirae.

[Raetus]

"Ah bloody hell"

Jack comes rushing out of the hunt room into the tap room.

"Anyone seen a pigeon?"

[...]

Lyrah simply stands and walks from the SoS. Having no desire to have any sort of conversation with the man who is attempting to serenade her. Though normally, she would suggest singing lessons and perhaps a better scent.

[Raetus]

Seeing this tragedy unfold Jack turns to the drunk.

"Well I thought your voice was luvely. Come friend take a chair and I'll call us a pint ta drown ya sorrows."  

[Storyteller]

The drunk dejected as he watches Lady Belirae leave the tap room slowly turns to Jack and grins.

"Even the coldest of winters shall one day be lifted by the warmth of the sun," the drunk says.

He sit down at the table and begins to drink.

[Raetus]

Jack sits down with the drunk waiting for the ale.

"Truly you are poet my fine friend and wasted upon the likes of her. Pray what do you do when not writing sonnets to draw the birds from the tree?"

Jack eyes the pigeon sitting in the taverns rafters seemingly mocking him with it's red eyes.  

[Storyteller]

The drunk looks up toward the rafters and smiles.

"Pigeons are so unappreciated
being the rats of the sky
they overpopulate the streets
waiting for a crumb food supply

yet if you look at the bigger picture
isnt our species just the same
over populating social networks
waiting for a supply of attention or fame

and i use the word 'species' quite lightly
is human even an appropriate label
because most of us are so inhumane
compared to pigeons we are the unstable

pigeons just want food to live
humans live to want more
yet we are the ones shoo-ing them away
when they are the ones who deserve to be adored

i mean yeah they seem to be everywhere
but take a minute to look around
we are the ones causing the destruction
stuck on this filthy ground

they deserve this earth
and so do you and i
so next time you call any creature filthy remember
you are stuck on the ground as they are in the sky," the drunk waxes as he holds his finger aloft for the pigeon to land safely.

The drunk rubs his finger over the head of the cooing bird looking thoughtfully.

[Raetus]

Jack looks at the bird and then the drunk his brow furrows.

"You are indeed a gem in the rough friend. Have another drink and tell me more about yerself."  

[Storyteller]

The drunk still holding the pigeon manages to down his first drink.

"I am nothing more then a simple man who has been charmed by the follies of the universe. I know my place in this world a simple gong farmer who aspires to greater things," the drunk says has a another tankard is drop off before him.

"Like this bird cast out and looked down upon I still have many," the drunk picks up the tankard and finishes it in a single gulp, "hidden gifts to shower upon a fitting wife."

Another tankard replaces the last.

[Raetus]

"I too was once a lowly man digging in the ground toiling for others. However then my master came for me offering me a rare opportunity. Give me that bird and I will send word of your plight and plead your case. Garner his favor and he will grant you his."