Matter of wisdom being man's alone, and weigh that out. "I'd say wisdom's a thing comes and carried with thought," I say, "so call it only found in those can think. If there's a sense of others in what stands silent or grows..." Shrug at that. "Never took it to care particular much over my not calling it wisdom." Faint thin smile at that, as fine enough the growth that comes green and eternal through sunrise and sunset, but it's hardly after worrying after the words I set to it. "See a patience to it, may be, or peace to be found there, and sure enough marking of the way the world may lie out... but that's a matter different, to my mind."
Rattle on the floor and "Thirsty dog," and I murmur agreement.
"May be the whiskey's a little much for his temper," I say thoughtful, glancing down at him. "Glastwr dyfradwy, hound?" Scraggled thing that he is compared t'his usual self... watered milk might fit him now, though I doubt it'd suit.
"Uri, Mistress Beddau, my name is Uri, and pleased I am to make your acquaintance," and make acknowledgment, listening as he lays out name and names and name again, common enough way of things these days. "And you, Mistress Beddau, are you employed, or do you keep house?"
"I keep house now," I say, smiling faint, and spit and staunchweed that's something else I need address. "My husband came to town and works now in the Tavern," tapping the bar once. "And you, Uri, what're you peddling in Excolo, or should I leave that matter until market Sunday?"
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Date: 2010-04-18 02:04 am (UTC)Rattle on the floor and "Thirsty dog," and I murmur agreement.
"May be the whiskey's a little much for his temper," I say thoughtful, glancing down at him. "Glastwr dyfradwy, hound?" Scraggled thing that he is compared t'his usual self... watered milk might fit him now, though I doubt it'd suit.
"Uri, Mistress Beddau, my name is Uri, and pleased I am to make your acquaintance," and make acknowledgment, listening as he lays out name and names and name again, common enough way of things these days. "And you, Mistress Beddau, are you employed, or do you keep house?"
"I keep house now," I say, smiling faint, and spit and staunchweed that's something else I need address. "My husband came to town and works now in the Tavern," tapping the bar once. "And you, Uri, what're you peddling in Excolo, or should I leave that matter until market Sunday?"