Curiouser and curiouser, he thought to himself.
His eyes did widen at the mention of a Great House, though his manner didn't change otherwise. Korvaelis was just the man he was having tea with today. Of course, his mind started calculating. He couldn't prevent that. He was a survivor and was used to sizing up people and situations, not that he would necessarily use Korvaelis for his own ends. But, as he was quick to tell people, he was a bad man. Good men didn't think like that.
Aurin listened as Korvaelis began to spill his tea, figuratively speaking. Once the flood gates opened, there was a lot. Still waters ran deep, they said. He nodded appropriately.
"The only daughter of the Shokaze I know by name is Kisorika Novalys, who is now a dragon rider in Antiris, I believe." He paused, then smirked. "But I will take your word for it."
Eventually, he chimed in. "I am sorry for your loss." He didn't know from what Korvaelis said or what flashed in his aura whether he had loved his spouse, but the loss of his spouse had clearly sent his world into a tumble and Aurin could empathize with falling and having to get back up again, over and over. "And being a dowager lord with a business to sustain you certainly gives you some options, though I wouldn't dare to say I know what obligations come with it. What is this business you've inherited? Do you enjoy it? What sort of friends and connections do you crave?"
He thought he ought to introduce Korvaelis to Ashoka Lomris, who could certainly bat his social butterfly wings and help Korvaelis host a salon or somesuch to bring people into his home if he was lonely. Then, because he couldn't help himself, he smirked again at the blue lord—sharp, but inviting him into the humor.
"And, for what 'tis worth, I don't think you have to worry about fading beauty anytime soon."
His eyes did widen at the mention of a Great House, though his manner didn't change otherwise. Korvaelis was just the man he was having tea with today. Of course, his mind started calculating. He couldn't prevent that. He was a survivor and was used to sizing up people and situations, not that he would necessarily use Korvaelis for his own ends. But, as he was quick to tell people, he was a bad man. Good men didn't think like that.
Aurin listened as Korvaelis began to spill his tea, figuratively speaking. Once the flood gates opened, there was a lot. Still waters ran deep, they said. He nodded appropriately.
"The only daughter of the Shokaze I know by name is Kisorika Novalys, who is now a dragon rider in Antiris, I believe." He paused, then smirked. "But I will take your word for it."
Eventually, he chimed in. "I am sorry for your loss." He didn't know from what Korvaelis said or what flashed in his aura whether he had loved his spouse, but the loss of his spouse had clearly sent his world into a tumble and Aurin could empathize with falling and having to get back up again, over and over. "And being a dowager lord with a business to sustain you certainly gives you some options, though I wouldn't dare to say I know what obligations come with it. What is this business you've inherited? Do you enjoy it? What sort of friends and connections do you crave?"
He thought he ought to introduce Korvaelis to Ashoka Lomris, who could certainly bat his social butterfly wings and help Korvaelis host a salon or somesuch to bring people into his home if he was lonely. Then, because he couldn't help himself, he smirked again at the blue lord—sharp, but inviting him into the humor.
"And, for what 'tis worth, I don't think you have to worry about fading beauty anytime soon."