[ Kaspar shows up at Sylvando's, only a little late. He is unhurried walking along the sand, leather boots sinking slightly. He is too easily distracted by what the man's place looks from the first sight of it that he catches (no matter what it actually looks like). His gaze drifts over the farm in detail, eventually wandering out across the beach to squint at the sunlight on the waves.
His interest in dancing had been genuine. An solitary interest, one he still felt the tightening of his throat over the thought of doing it in from of anyone else. He might have asked on his own eventually. Possibly. But the wine had hastened his whims along into reality. And there was no denying he wanted to know now that Sylvando knows and is still willing to show him. Curiosity, about dancing and his fascination about everything that Sylvando is, their contrasts and commonalities, drums energy into the look in his eyes. More words or less, both are as equally themselves in their own ways. His calm smile matches his quiet steps.
Sober and well rested, with a closed basket under one arm, it is hard to notice the extra time he took to look nice today. But he has accepted things, lending confidence and peace to how he carries himself fearlessly into the unknown. It is Sylvando, so he doubts it won't be fun, whether he is good at spicy dancing or not.
Wearing his more relaxed yet well fitted summer clothes in light textiles and colors. Short sleeved shirt and pants, in whites and blues, he fills them out predictably well. He was fit before, and farm work has only been kind to him since. Kaspar us prepared for movement, for it to be easy to tell if he is getting a move right or wrong, with the sole exception of his leather boots. His hair is styled in his usual effortless looking way, leaving a blue summer flower from the forest tucked behind his ear. Those in the know, might realize how much effort he happily puts in on a daily basis anyway, simply for the joy of it.
If Sylvando hasn't noticed him out here daydreaming, he will knock eventually. ]
[ post drunken summer meeting ] [ closed to sylvando ]
His interest in dancing had been genuine. An solitary interest, one he still felt the tightening of his throat over the thought of doing it in from of anyone else. He might have asked on his own eventually. Possibly. But the wine had hastened his whims along into reality. And there was no denying he wanted to know now that Sylvando knows and is still willing to show him. Curiosity, about dancing and his fascination about everything that Sylvando is, their contrasts and commonalities, drums energy into the look in his eyes. More words or less, both are as equally themselves in their own ways. His calm smile matches his quiet steps.
Sober and well rested, with a closed basket under one arm, it is hard to notice the extra time he took to look nice today. But he has accepted things, lending confidence and peace to how he carries himself fearlessly into the unknown. It is Sylvando, so he doubts it won't be fun, whether he is good at spicy dancing or not.
Wearing his more relaxed yet well fitted summer clothes in light textiles and colors. Short sleeved shirt and pants, in whites and blues, he fills them out predictably well. He was fit before, and farm work has only been kind to him since. Kaspar us prepared for movement, for it to be easy to tell if he is getting a move right or wrong, with the sole exception of his leather boots. His hair is styled in his usual effortless looking way, leaving a blue summer flower from the forest tucked behind his ear. Those in the know, might realize how much effort he happily puts in on a daily basis anyway, simply for the joy of it.
If Sylvando hasn't noticed him out here daydreaming, he will knock eventually. ]