Firefly Glen Blue Masquerade, Strangers look on

Alaric and his sister, both loved compliments. Amalia was a bit more free with her's than Alaric was, and she wasn't as flirtaeous as the black boy was. But it was alright. Why not make someone feel good if you could for a small period of time that you engaged them in conversation.


Alaric made a soft hmm noise. He tilted his head and moved his feet in place, thinking. I like to share stories and heal others. That is what I do and i'm good at it. I think anyway.

Yes that could be a goal to share as much of his arts as he could with those in the teekon. Share the words that made children giggle and laugh, that made women swoon and search for a hero like in stories. To heal those hurts that the world had already beaten down. If he could give a little good back. Well then it was worth it.