Nemea Character Post<br/>Time of day beginning post: Noonish<br/>Time of day ending post: Noonish<br/>Location beginning post: Main street outside Seaside Hal's.<br/>Location ending post: Main street outside Seaside Hal's<br/>Characters currently interacting with: Corann/Sol<br/>GM Intervention Request\Required? No<br/><hr/><br/>Nemea was focused on Corann's words and taken in by them, he turned back and focused on the two strangers once more. Then he heard Solfiria speak, and he focused on her words as well, so much that he hadn't looked down, and didn't realize that he had stepped on the hem of her robe.<br/><br/>She tried to move and fell awkwardly, pulling the hem tight against the bottom of his booted foot such that he immediately realized what he had done.<br/><br/>"Oh! Goodness!" he exclaimed, his pale face blushing brightly as he jerked his foot away, and moved to help her if she would allow it. "My apologies, I certainly did not mean to cause you to fall," he said, "How clumsy of me!"<br/><br/>Nemea couldn't help but notice the rich hair, the mismatched eyes, and the strange skin imprint that he saw for the split moment that more of her skin - and hair - were bared to him. She made quick work of covering herself again, including tucking her hair away where it could not be seen. Her hair was light, like his own, with a blue-silver tint that was vibrant to his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder -why- she would choose to hide it, when it was so beautiful to look upon. Of course, that was one possible reason - so that fops like himself wouldn't stand around gawking at it in the first place.<br/><br/>The engravings on her skin were also curious. He had seen someone else like that before, only once, and was curious about it then, as well. He wasn't able to speak to that man, though, so he had nearly forgotten about it. He thought to ask her these questions and more, but he had already interrupted her conversation AND been responsible for knocking the gentle lady to the ground. He doubted she would be up for answering any of his questions now.<br/><br/>He glanced back and forth between her and the big male standing with them, and in an effort to save what little dignity he had remaining, after ensuring Solfiria was well, he quickly spoke. "As way of apology, I would wish to invite you both to the Inn for a drink, on me, if you would enjoy such a thing?" he asked. He had read in books that such things were considered kind courtesies, and perhaps he might begin to make it up to them, the lady especially, if they were to accept.<br/>