Bandur was socially flexible, recovering from the dip down to the dirt without a single response to the laughter that surrounded him. In fact, he gave some simple, conceding chuckles to the situation as a whole. A smile he kept, a signal of his good nature. He figured that would be as beneficial now as anything else might be.<br/><br/>With the woman's call to the half-assumed giant that he'd nearly nuzzled into in his admiration. Bandur's eyes flocked back to her spot, noticing perhaps the more placid expression of her companion, in place of perhaps one that might've been assumed to have been brooding, or indignant. Bandur himself was perhaps of simple personage, but he was not an unattractive man. His neck-length hair had seen his bangs done away-with, the rest of his hair forked and twisted together. His face a pale white, his limbs long, himself about the height of the object of his fascination, give or take half-an-inch. The man was lean, somewhat evident as he half-turned, half glanced-back to his two fellows to see them already parting of the festive cordials.<br/><br/>There was a certain sigh of relief that came from Bandur, pocketing the previously provided coins. There was a moment of curious introspection as he mentally weighed why he was given them, and brushed over the remembrance of why he was here in the first place. These thoughts fell away like snow-melt running off into a stream. Suddenly aware of the womanly icon's newfound proximity, he followed her tones as she appraised him, in the manner in which she played at him. A smile that was more full came to perch upon the spot of his face, above his bearded chin.<br/><br/>A pleasant, but gently ambitious tone carried his personality as he spoke in return to the woman.<span style="color: #bfbfbf">"I will accept any apology with happiness and humble-nature. The company you keep seem all fair under Baldur's eye. I invite them to join in the throwing contests, if - well - they can still see the targets. If so, it would be good challenge."</span><br/><br/>Bandur's words betrayed his most genuine interest, of which was most certainly on display as he stepped towards the dark-haired woman of Earthly mystique. His eyes met hers, and seemed there transfixed. His want for her hand drove him to step for it, his eyes falling to it as to witness the resulting adventure. The anxiousness of the moment made his breath catch in his throat, the moment raw and steaming on him with necessity of carnal interest. Meade had no interest to him at this point, feeling already high on the mountain slopes of action.<br/><br/>The sensual constraint, discomfort that solicited greater arousal almost paradoxically so, was now pronounced enough in his own way to be observed. The impression it left on the garments to contain them was definitely a pleasant fitting. Not something that would on sight demand attention from those traveled and well experienced, but definitely a portion of character that would deem itself ready to satisfy.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, observing just as well, rejoined with the rest of the group. Gundahar watched intently, smirking, intent to observe in full the cadence of revelry. His interest also fell full and fair upon the woman he knew well as Solvieg. His surname also caught her interest, and for reasons perhaps less than productive, the depth of his green eyes fell upon her as she continued thusly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>