Close to the heart, indeed. From what Maine can tell, the Inn is the hub of social activity in the South Village. That's the very reason he refused to sleep there, even on his first disoriented night. Too many people whose faces he didn't know and whose motivations he couldn't trust. But it makes sense to him that Brigitte would choose to stay there; after all, they did meet when she charged up to him with a bowl of food.
"Starting up," he answers her question about the forge. Maine doesn't know if the excitable, guileless man he'd met has things up and running yet, but he knows the intent is there. Likes the man enough to wish him well. As for the south forge? Well, as far as he's aware, Brigitte is the only worker there that he knows.
As Brigitte takes a breath, Maine stretches and shakes out his arms. Sweeps his gaze around the dojo, familiarizing himself with it further. Taking in its free space and mentally mapping out where to perform exercises. It's just as easy to do them outdoors, but it's fucking cold. This space would be a welcome change.
Brigitte's question snaps Maine's attention back, brown eyes a bit wide in surprise. Because people don't ask to spar with him. Not unless they know him very well and know exactly what he can do ... or they're a complete idiot. Brigitte's not stupid; Maine's sure of that. But he can't imagine why she'd ask him about sparring.
Maybe he misunderstood. Maybe she's just curious. He replays the question in his head. Decides that it must only be curiosity. Only then does he nod an affirmative.
as i check timelines to make sure the forge bit is right LMF ;;
"Starting up," he answers her question about the forge. Maine doesn't know if the excitable, guileless man he'd met has things up and running yet, but he knows the intent is there. Likes the man enough to wish him well. As for the south forge? Well, as far as he's aware, Brigitte is the only worker there that he knows.
As Brigitte takes a breath, Maine stretches and shakes out his arms. Sweeps his gaze around the dojo, familiarizing himself with it further. Taking in its free space and mentally mapping out where to perform exercises. It's just as easy to do them outdoors, but it's fucking cold. This space would be a welcome change.
Brigitte's question snaps Maine's attention back, brown eyes a bit wide in surprise. Because people don't ask to spar with him. Not unless they know him very well and know exactly what he can do ... or they're a complete idiot. Brigitte's not stupid; Maine's sure of that. But he can't imagine why she'd ask him about sparring.
Maybe he misunderstood. Maybe she's just curious. He replays the question in his head. Decides that it must only be curiosity. Only then does he nod an affirmative.