[ Roland's hands are unused to this. He fumbles while he listens to Inigo speak, and at the warning of being too rough, he apologizes with a glance up and a sheepish smile before his fingers move the way they need to for a chain to form. The only thing he can lean on is his ability to learn as he goes, and eventually, after Inigo speaks and the flower chain is beginning in earnest, he's gotten himself a pretty good rhythm.
He keeps his eyes peeled on the flowers until it's time to get another one to attach. He's strangely focused on it, like he doesn't want to make a mistake. He even sits back down slowly, so the flower pile that Inigo sets down isn't too far from his reach. ]
Well now, I think I was alright in the end. I had someone extremely capable around to help me, after all. [ He smiles jokingly; a moment that is now a fond memory recalled in an instant. The flower bracelet grows a little longer, now. ] If...it comes across that I'm being critical of my own actions, it's only because I've been told it before, or I know myself well enough. You're right. When you're on top of that stadium, leading the charge of a country relying on you to make the call for the people, you have to be hard on yourself. [ When you're lax...Well. He wasn't here to talk about consequences. ] I guess that bled in everywhere else in my life, too.
But, if you can help me find new perspective, then I'll do my utmost to adjust. Heh. You're good at that. [ At helping him see a little bit more than what's in front of him. Roland's trying, at least. But he knows he can't unlearn his lifetime of habit, or shed his pain away. Still, he has people around him now, like Inigo, who show him different ways of serving. The flowers in his hands are attaching together, stem by stem, but they lack the elegance of the bracelet on his wrist. It's elementary, a little rough around the edges, and when he holds it up now...it looks to be more of a necklace than anything else.
S-S-S-S-S-SORRY!!!! >:(
He keeps his eyes peeled on the flowers until it's time to get another one to attach. He's strangely focused on it, like he doesn't want to make a mistake. He even sits back down slowly, so the flower pile that Inigo sets down isn't too far from his reach. ]
Well now, I think I was alright in the end. I had someone extremely capable around to help me, after all. [ He smiles jokingly; a moment that is now a fond memory recalled in an instant. The flower bracelet grows a little longer, now. ] If...it comes across that I'm being critical of my own actions, it's only because I've been told it before, or I know myself well enough. You're right. When you're on top of that stadium, leading the charge of a country relying on you to make the call for the people, you have to be hard on yourself. [ When you're lax...Well. He wasn't here to talk about consequences. ] I guess that bled in everywhere else in my life, too.
But, if you can help me find new perspective, then I'll do my utmost to adjust. Heh. You're good at that. [ At helping him see a little bit more than what's in front of him. Roland's trying, at least. But he knows he can't unlearn his lifetime of habit, or shed his pain away. Still, he has people around him now, like Inigo, who show him different ways of serving. The flowers in his hands are attaching together, stem by stem, but they lack the elegance of the bracelet on his wrist. It's elementary, a little rough around the edges, and when he holds it up now...it looks to be more of a necklace than anything else.
Roland manages not to look too embarrassed. ]