Cushions to daggers... you have a way of describing it perfectly. Having
spent time going to school in the Capital, well, that's not far from my own
experience. I was more an oddity myself coming from the steppe to study
modern medicine there.
[ a little chuckle leaves him before he settles in to listen about
serendis, nodding softly. ]
She sounds a little like my Murky, but much older. Girl says she hates me
one moment, then climbs me like a tree the next to pull my hair and say I'm
walking too loudly, disturbing the herbs.
[ playfully: ] Oh? What makes you think Serendis is more
mature than you, hm?
Visiting Ketergia after working for years on the surface just makes me uncomfortable now. It's only ever boring business that requires a visit, too. [ and, with a little breath of a laugh; ] Both the oddities at our alma maters, then, though mine was more because the student body was almost entirely beast- and plant-folk.
[ amused at the imagery at play here, a faint smile past the usual expression. ]
There's always some way for them to act out, even well into their years. She'll probably keep that up into adulthood. [ a slightly sheepish droop of his ears... remembering some scolding. ] I've been told as much to my face, and I suppose she's never had to write me an apology note, while mine might be in the double digits by now.
Apology notes, huh? What have you gone and done to write so many of
those...?
[ just sipping unknowingly on his pre-death margarita like nothing
is wrong, amused just a little. under the table he will tap the tip of his
shoe with his boot lightly. ]
[ haha yayyy pre-death drinks. he's not yet responding to that little foot-tap but he's not moving away from it, either. ]
She works with fabrics and textiles, takes a lot of pride in it. I think they're very impressive, but apparently she doesn't like that I compare the colours and textures to poisonous plants and insects. Even though they're supposed to be toxic. [ sips his own drink. ] Despite reminders, I keep doing it out of habit.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2025-07-25 03:43 pm (UTC)Cushions to daggers... you have a way of describing it perfectly. Having spent time going to school in the Capital, well, that's not far from my own experience. I was more an oddity myself coming from the steppe to study modern medicine there.
[ a little chuckle leaves him before he settles in to listen about serendis, nodding softly. ]
She sounds a little like my Murky, but much older. Girl says she hates me one moment, then climbs me like a tree the next to pull my hair and say I'm walking too loudly, disturbing the herbs.
[ playfully: ] Oh? What makes you think Serendis is more mature than you, hm?
no subject
Date: 2025-07-25 03:58 pm (UTC)[ amused at the imagery at play here, a faint smile past the usual expression. ]
There's always some way for them to act out, even well into their years. She'll probably keep that up into adulthood. [ a slightly sheepish droop of his ears... remembering some scolding. ] I've been told as much to my face, and I suppose she's never had to write me an apology note, while mine might be in the double digits by now.
no subject
Date: 2025-07-25 06:08 pm (UTC)[ seeing the droop of those ears, he hums ]
Apology notes, huh? What have you gone and done to write so many of those...?
[ just sipping unknowingly on his pre-death margarita like nothing is wrong, amused just a little. under the table he will tap the tip of his shoe with his boot lightly. ]
no subject
Date: 2025-07-26 01:50 am (UTC)She works with fabrics and textiles, takes a lot of pride in it. I think they're very impressive, but apparently she doesn't like that I compare the colours and textures to poisonous plants and insects. Even though they're supposed to be toxic. [ sips his own drink. ] Despite reminders, I keep doing it out of habit.
no subject
Date: 2025-07-26 07:16 am (UTC)[ he can't help himself, it's maybe both amusing and intriguing? ]
no subject
Date: 2025-07-26 11:58 am (UTC)[ hmmm. other examples... ]
Her previous work was a brightly saturated red. Like the cap of a fly amanita.