[b]Aramir[/b]

[i]Can't or won't?[/i] Aramir couldn't help but wondering, before shrugging. None of her business, really. Regardless, Lyris continued with hehr nervousness, finally climaxing in admitting that she was not that good at talking to new people. Aramir smiled up at her. "Oh, there's nothing to be excused. Easy talking with others will come with simply talking to new people more and more. But let's try something, shall we? Pick a subject. Any subject. From the College, to cooking, to the weather. Then ask a question about it or make a comment. I'll answer or reply to the best of my knowledge, and we'll keep it going until we've exhausted all avenues of conversation with that. Then a new subject will be chosen. Simple." While she waited for Lyris's response, or subject to be chosen, Aramir glanced around into the world of knee caps and shins. 

Nothing much of note, sadly. Though, there did seem to be a commotion nearby, a sudden silence in an area, only broken by the jingling of coins and the frightened tones of someone. A fight? Worse? Given her height, Aramir couldn't tell what exactly was going on, and that was frustrating to put it mildly. [i]Things were easier when I was amongst people who were my own size, and not having to look everyone in the knee or shin.[/i] She thought, slightly irritably. She didn't let that show one her face, of course. It wouldn't do anything to end the problem, and she might make Lyris even less likely to talk than she already was.