05-20-2015, 04:37 PM
Jon remained intently silent as the man Snow could only describe as a 'sorcerer' without knowing his proper name and identity precariously and briefly explained what it was Jon had just witnessed. His brow waggled in places between the gaps of the answers he had to offer in response to his questioning, but Jon felt excessively comforted in the fact that, out of all the things he'd seen and went through this past day, this one was the easiest to fathom and swallow, and had the most valid and thorough explaining behind it.
When the sorcerer had spun around to face Jon, the sense and aura of dread and rage that had hung around him had dispersed entirely. It struck Jon back a little bit, admittedly. Snow had taught himself to keep his emotions under control and take things under the chin for all but his whole life now, but even then, how quickly this man went from pissed to calm still both equally surprised and somewhat impressed him both at the same time.
Now that he'd fully turned to face the sorcerer, he got a much better view of him; and Jon's prior assumption that the man was wearing armour beneath his robes was indeed correct. He wore a solid-looking chestpiece that seemed supported and crafted well enough to hold off against a blade or an axes blow, though his arms were unarmoured, and therefore direly unprotected. A white bandage was wrapped across his forearm and stretched across his wrist. An injury? The man wasn't carrying it around as though that part of his body were in pain. Peculiar.
As the sorcerer came to conclude his explanation and came to a halt in his speech, Jon's expression softened somewhat from it's usual sombre and hard frame. In the mist of this whole mess, he'd forgotten that he was in a different with different kinds of people whom were probably in a similar predicament, if not a worse one, that he was.
It was good to be considerate of such a fact.
"Interesting..." Jon let the words roll out from his tongue. After some moments of considering his wording choice, he flashed the man stood across from him a faint smile; something a rarity coming from the somber, sullen Lord Commander of the Nights Watch. He spared smiles for few people apart from his sworn brothers.
He had smiles all around for his real brothers, a long time ago...
"I, ehh... should apologise for prying" his face hardened up a tad once more as he spoke, though he kept a much more neutral and detectable expression on his face, now. "There's little magic or sorcery to be preached where I come from. I'm sure you can understand my curiosity, with that sentiment in mind".
Even if he was a bastard child, Jon was still brought up in a noble setting and household. His father had done well to teach him common courtesies and basic manners, the same he had done for his other five children. This man appeared to Snow as no lord or king judging by the way he dressed and acted, but Jon couldn't help but feel a certain sense and level of respect for the man already. In his own, it wasn't just the blood that flowed through your veins that made you noble. It was what lied deep in your soul that truly mattered. And despite knowing little of him, the auburn-haired wizard struck Jon as a good, honourable soul already.
Kindred to what he strived to be.
When the man inquired on Jon's name, the bastard took a few steps closer to him, no longer using the wall as a support anymore. "My names Jon Snow" he made quick work at introducing himself, though he stared at the sorcerer silently yet expectantly, as if waiting for him to return the same gesture.
"Gildarts. The names Gildarts" the cloaked man introduced himself in a relatively plain fashion, grinning all the while, shooting an extended hand forward. Jon stared down at the hand offered to him for a few moments, before slipping his block glove from his fingers. Holding it with his free hand, he moved his arm forward, shaking Gildarts's hand in a fashion of formal greeting. "Well met, Gildarts."
Snow's hand shot backwards again after a few moments of exchanging the handshake, clearing his throat quietly. His arms slumped back at his sides as he pulled his fur cloak back over himself. "So..." he spoke up quietly after some moments of brief silence. "Gildarts... what brings you here, to the Abyss?"
When the sorcerer had spun around to face Jon, the sense and aura of dread and rage that had hung around him had dispersed entirely. It struck Jon back a little bit, admittedly. Snow had taught himself to keep his emotions under control and take things under the chin for all but his whole life now, but even then, how quickly this man went from pissed to calm still both equally surprised and somewhat impressed him both at the same time.
Now that he'd fully turned to face the sorcerer, he got a much better view of him; and Jon's prior assumption that the man was wearing armour beneath his robes was indeed correct. He wore a solid-looking chestpiece that seemed supported and crafted well enough to hold off against a blade or an axes blow, though his arms were unarmoured, and therefore direly unprotected. A white bandage was wrapped across his forearm and stretched across his wrist. An injury? The man wasn't carrying it around as though that part of his body were in pain. Peculiar.
As the sorcerer came to conclude his explanation and came to a halt in his speech, Jon's expression softened somewhat from it's usual sombre and hard frame. In the mist of this whole mess, he'd forgotten that he was in a different with different kinds of people whom were probably in a similar predicament, if not a worse one, that he was.
It was good to be considerate of such a fact.
"Interesting..." Jon let the words roll out from his tongue. After some moments of considering his wording choice, he flashed the man stood across from him a faint smile; something a rarity coming from the somber, sullen Lord Commander of the Nights Watch. He spared smiles for few people apart from his sworn brothers.
He had smiles all around for his real brothers, a long time ago...
"I, ehh... should apologise for prying" his face hardened up a tad once more as he spoke, though he kept a much more neutral and detectable expression on his face, now. "There's little magic or sorcery to be preached where I come from. I'm sure you can understand my curiosity, with that sentiment in mind".
Even if he was a bastard child, Jon was still brought up in a noble setting and household. His father had done well to teach him common courtesies and basic manners, the same he had done for his other five children. This man appeared to Snow as no lord or king judging by the way he dressed and acted, but Jon couldn't help but feel a certain sense and level of respect for the man already. In his own, it wasn't just the blood that flowed through your veins that made you noble. It was what lied deep in your soul that truly mattered. And despite knowing little of him, the auburn-haired wizard struck Jon as a good, honourable soul already.
Kindred to what he strived to be.
When the man inquired on Jon's name, the bastard took a few steps closer to him, no longer using the wall as a support anymore. "My names Jon Snow" he made quick work at introducing himself, though he stared at the sorcerer silently yet expectantly, as if waiting for him to return the same gesture.
"Gildarts. The names Gildarts" the cloaked man introduced himself in a relatively plain fashion, grinning all the while, shooting an extended hand forward. Jon stared down at the hand offered to him for a few moments, before slipping his block glove from his fingers. Holding it with his free hand, he moved his arm forward, shaking Gildarts's hand in a fashion of formal greeting. "Well met, Gildarts."
Snow's hand shot backwards again after a few moments of exchanging the handshake, clearing his throat quietly. His arms slumped back at his sides as he pulled his fur cloak back over himself. "So..." he spoke up quietly after some moments of brief silence. "Gildarts... what brings you here, to the Abyss?"
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