Re: A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood
Llewendan walks over to Opluriko, and sketches a quick, startlingly formal bow. "It was not the mouse's choice to make," he says, simply. "It was a question of who responded to the mouse. Not a large question," he notes, looking away for a moment, frowning. "After the horse, but," the frown suddenly transforms into a bright smile, "All creatures great and small! Yes, therein the question lay..." He trails off again, and then shrugs. "I am not so very good with people, I confess, although there are a few I think might make good pets. If I may ask, do you have a favorite? Can you describe them for me?"
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Flechette watches Kerric silently, saying nothing, just staring into his eyes. She takes out her axe again, and a leather strap, and starts slowly running it along the edge...
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Calisaren smiles. "A hunter? Mm. Interesting. Follow me," she directs, wings blurring as she flits straight up...
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Orm'gha addresses Mace'aurec in Troll.
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Tralistaire smiles at Alia, his tail switching lazily. "I think you're quite right," he offers. "There are, indeed, more important things to talk about. If we are going to decide if your nickname is, shall we say, indicative of more than an insightful nature that clearly makes certain others uncomfortable, then we needs must explore the possibilities." He holds up one hand, small fires dancing on the ends of his fingers; in his other, he holds a handful of small rocks. "Where are you drawn?" he asks, moving both hands in a pattern. He closes both fists, claps his hands together, and then turns them up, opening them slowly, holding cupped a double-handful of water.
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Kira sits down on the wood pile, apparently making herself comfortable on the uneven, probably splintery, wood. "So. I've no doubt Smithing is in you, boy, and Weaponsmithy seems quite likely, and not only for Calisaren's prattle about patterns." She pauses a moment, and then allows, "Not that Calisaren's prattle isn't valuable. You've steel in you; in your eyes and your hands. If it's in your heart and your mind, then the billows are like as much a part of you as your lungs."
She sighs a little. "And here's where we annoy your Master. Before I can teach you, I'll need to know what you've learned wrong. No need to start mucking up his Forge just yet, though. Talk me through it. Say you've got a knife before you, one made to carve meat; it's got a nick halfway down the blade, the edge has dulled, but the steel is good, the handle stable."
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Jenette takes Yona aside, speaking in a low voice. "The path of the Thief isn't an easy one," she cautions, "But you're already on it, so I think you know that. Even among friends, we're set apart. People often don't trust us, and that's fair enough, but there's more to it than that. It's in ourselves. When you said you were your own, oh," she grins, "That settled it. Every Thief is their own. It's the first thing we take. Remember it. You belong to you. Not me, nor your friends, nor your family. What you learn from me, what you do with it, these choices belong entirely to you." She stops a moment, and runs a bejeweled hand through her hair. "You know all this, I know, but it's important enough to say anyway. If only so you know I know it."
"Our Discipline is perhaps the most misunderstood of them all. Illusionists are dismissed, Nethermancers feared, and I admit freely I don't understand Beastmasters one whit, but none are as distrusted as we are. They don't understand that theft is an exchange, and one that enriches the so-called victims. We take mere possessions, and leave behind freedom. Growth. Truth. This ring I took from a young woman pushed to marry a man who beat her. Thinking she had thrown it away, his family refused her, and her own thereafter. She's now a rather successful adventurer on her own. This one," she wiggles another finger, "I just liked." She shrugs. "Nobody's perfect. Out of curiosity, which one do you like best?"
On the hand she's holding up, the pinky has a puzzle-ring. The ring-finger has a plain ring with a faint inscription around it; above that, a ring made of twined bands of silver and gold, the silver plain, while the gold has a serpent-scale pattern. Her middle finger bears a
Her ring finger holds a simple silver band with some kind of inscription on it - it's too faint to read without really leaning in and squinting, but Yona's pretty sure it's a language she doesn't know anyway - and, above that, a ring of twined silver and gold with a serpent-like pattern engraved into the gold. Her middle finger holds a rather gaudy ring with an emerald that could fairly be described as over-large, unless you're the sort who thinks emeralds really can't be too big - it's enough, in fact, that Yona can almost make out her own reflection in its main facet. Almost hidden underneath that is a band of a dark metal set with red stones. Finally, her pointer carries a ring with a pearl in the middle, and a different, small, gemstone at each corner of the setting.
Just incidentally, it's the twined silver-and-gold that apparently liberated the young woman to a life of adventure, and the puzzle ring that she 'just liked'.