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Are you going to...travel?

Oh yeah? Where you going? Room for one more?

[He smiles - perhaps a bit awkwardly, mostly due to being caught a little off-guard.]

I hadn't actually thought of where to go, if anywhere. Any suggestions?

[He chews his lip as he thinks.]

I honestly hadn't thought of it. I probably couldn't go far right now, but maybe a short trip would be a nice thing to do.

[Cheek curved bringing a smile with it] I'm going to visit my brother in New York. There's a Hellenistic period and a Turkic cosmos display at the MET.

[She wears a lazy smile and shrugs her shoulder lightly.] Anywhere really. There is this gorgeous place in New York state I am desperate to see. It's called Rainbow Falls, it's along Glen Creek in Watkins Glen State Park.

[He thinks for a moment, then his eyes light up as the proverbial bulb goes on.]

Yes! I think I have heard of it. I've travelled past that park a number of times, though always on my way to somewhere else.

Really! [He taps a finger over his lips.] Well, it's certainly hard for me to turn down history like that. Plus, I haven't been back to the city in a couple months; I am due for a trip.

The Metropolitan Opera is having its usual round of Swan Lake, Sleeping Beauty, and Romeo and Juliet. I've been trying to pick what days to go between my usual schedule, but to see it all I might have to do a couple of long weekends. [Train's only about three hours each way.]

Do you, um, dance?

Ah, yes. The normal. Swan Lake was quite moving the first time I saw it. But I suppose there is only so many times you can watch people pretend to be swans.

Is your usual schedule busy?

[He blinks. Then blinks again. An eyebrow pops up.] Erm, dance? ... As in, "in a club" or as in "professionally?"

[Nose crinkles] Ballroom. Waltz? Foxtrot? [The smile becoming more impish, adding hopefully,] Tango?

[As for his question, she'll get back to that just a bit.]

[He lets out a quiet laugh.] It sounds like you're speaking to me in code. Whiskey, Foxtrot, Alpha ..

[He thinks for a moment, more serious.] My parents shoved me in ballroom dancing lessons as a child for a number of years, but I'm afraid I haven't done much with it since. I suppose the opportunity hasn't ... really presented itself, to need that skill again.

(Snickers.) Uniform. Sierra. Kilo. No, [sobering slightly, but the lightness she had gained stays with her [besides, it's whiskey. I was just wondering, I've asked him to get me tickets Emerson Ballroom, but dancing with your brother can be...well, I know everything about him. Are you interested? In refreshing your skills, I mean? If you were in the city already, that is?

[He blinks, then clears his throat. He can feel the heat in his face rising from below the collar of his shirt.] Ah, uh. Hmm.

[He scratches behind his ear.] I can't speak to my - ability? As a ballroom dancer. I was quite young when I had those lessons, and it's been ages since I've done anything - and I wouldn't want to embarrass you with my lack of coordination and ability ... [Okay, Isak; maybe stop rambling for a moment. You're making things worse.] I split my time between New York and Providence - generally, during my off-time, I travel back to the city (New York, I mean), and when I teach, I return to Providence.

[He shoves his hands in his pockets and looks at her.] But - I ... I suppose that if you don't feel as though you'll be mortified by what may end up being disastrous, it may ... it could be ... fun?

It would be. Fun. [There's that teasing smile again, except now it's softer, gentler, saying that she doesn't bite.] I hear your warning and won't think less of you.

But....W-would you like a way out? A 'no thank you, Freya' will do. [Teeth scrape over her bottom lip with a smidge of uncertainty and dark buckwheat honey brown eyes drop to the lidded paper cup held in her hands.]

Edited (a thought had while I fell asleep last night.) 2016-06-13 15:55 (UTC)

I think you need to take the time to make a stop and see it. Summer vacation and all...

[He chews his lip in thought and shifts his weight from one foot to the other.] I - suppose I could try. I had made a resolution with myself that I would try things I either hadn't done before or hadn't done in a very long time ... to get myself out of my very comfortable comfort zone. [He rubs the back of his neck, gazing down with a soft smile.] This would certainly be outside of the comfort zone.

[He raises his eyes to her, still smiling softly and reassuringly.] I also must ask - are you named after Freyja? [As he says the name, the heaviness of his native Swedish accent and tongue peek through.]

That sounds like a pretty good plan to me. I haven't gone on a proper sort of hike in a very long time. Although, I feel like it would be wrong of me to go and see the one site you have been wanting to see for so long, the one you also suggested, without offering for you to come along.

[Nods.] M-my brother, my twin, I mean, [because she had an older brother] is Ferox...not Freyr. He's, um - this is going to sound weird - he says he's a tailor. Makes clothes for Ren Faires and sells them on the internet or at the actual faires over the summer. He always does the faire in Tuxedo.

[Doesn't poke the idea she has put out there. Allows him to become comfortable with it before approaching it again.]

Edited (html error. oops....and then there was the thing with coffee.) 2016-06-13 16:35 (UTC)

If you don't mind the company I'd love to tag along.

OOC: I can set something up later today and post it here :)

Ah. Ferox ... means "fierce," yes? I grew up with many young boys who claimed to be direct descendants of Yngvi-Freyr, claiming they'd been shunned by the Royal Family but were owed some sort of compensation. I don't think any of their claims held water. [He smirks a bit, remembering.] I probably said something similar, at one point in time.

Why is that weird? [He tilts his head] If he makes clothes and sells them, that .. would certainly match the description of a tailor.

ooc: sounds good! :)

It does - He is [fierce and is a tailor.] Usually, I get a question if people still do that. [smile finding its way into the corner of her mouth.] But, yes. Everyone wants to be the stolen child taken away from their real magical or royal family. Fairy stories, myths... My um ancestors had a castle so pretending to be fallen royalty was easy for me. Mary Queen of Scots stayed at Cousland Castle, but it's now a falling down ruins.

[He perks his brows and nods in understanding.] My nanny did all of the tailoring for my family as we grew up, and I find myself still falling into the habit of getting all of my clothing tailored to fit properly, even if it is a bit of a pain.

[He gives a small nod.] Well, having a castle is at least one part of being royalty, isn't it?

OOC: Dragon Age squee <3