He shifted uncomfortably, happy that she had begun conversation, saving him the long awkward silence.<br/><br/>"I live in this place because I am charged as the disciple of our priestess...I am her first born child...and her only. I am to learn the ways of all tribes and species...to learn the histories of our own clan as well as any other that record can be drawn from..I must learn to see and speak to the Goddess for whom we are grateful to bestow her magicks upon us...and as a male of our tribe I must also learn combat methods, weapons and how to defend and upkeep the peace of our lands.." he said as if reading from parchment. His words sounded rehearsed, spitefully so.<br/><br/>He huffed as his emerald gaze moved slowly to hers. He bit his lip, deciding he might as well come clean about the linens.<br/><br/>"so much...is rough and abrasive upon my hands in my life...the pens for our inks..the leather binding of these tomes...the steel and wood of weaponry...these.." he muttered, raising a shawl cloth that lay draped over a cushion beside him. He slowly slid the silk cloth against this cheek and then held the heavenly smooth fabric out to her. "Bring me my own peace..to create something meant for the soul purpose of comfort and soothing pleasures..not for the right to steal such sensations away.