RE: Wings of Fury 2
07-03-2021, 02:08 AM
Terzi turns to Rozenn, giving her full attention.
"Yes, well- hm. One moment."
She digs into a pack on her waist, producing a charcoal pen. She turns over the orc's note, looks up, then stares blankly as Rozenn writes like four more notes for different people.
"... By the Songs, you should learn to handle a needle and thread. You move your hands... Incredibly quickly."
She shakes her head and scrawls out a response, taking a bit longer, then slides it to Rozenn. Terzi's written Chunadie is grammatically accurate, but some of the flourishes on her letters betray her own cultural influences.
[Sorry, it would be quite rude to talk about him while he's literally there.
My read on the chef is that his puppet is therapeutic. If I had to guess, it's how he communicates. I was part of an order of healers back on Salin. Illnesses of the mind weren't something we could heal with Second Song... At least, it was forbidden. Third Song, however... We had a few Third Song users. The Sisters were rather strict about allowing them entry.
Our preferred method was to treat patients and help them find ways to live enriching lives. Zrucan was, in my experience, the most accepting of Salin arcologies in that regard. Apparently surviving a mass disaster helps encourage empathy. I haven't seen many places of healing that accepting since, so I'm greatly curious about where the chef hails from. Also, of course, the source of his puppet. I can tell that puppet has seen more use than standard cloth tools do. The stitching is precise and tight, the felt doesn't seem like felt until you look closely at it, it's so well made.
I won't drive the poor man into a panic to find out. I don't think I was out of line. I gave him space the moment it was clear he needed it.
Stews are fine, I suppose. My sense of taste isn't very sharp. The most enjoyment I get from a meal is from interesting textures.]
Terzi starts to pass the note, then stops, adds one last bit.
[I don't know how to pick good wine because I usually take advantage of that to drink the cheapest, strongest thing I can get. The barmaid picked this one for me.]
She takes a sip of wine, smirking, and passes the note on.
"Yes, well- hm. One moment."
She digs into a pack on her waist, producing a charcoal pen. She turns over the orc's note, looks up, then stares blankly as Rozenn writes like four more notes for different people.
"... By the Songs, you should learn to handle a needle and thread. You move your hands... Incredibly quickly."
She shakes her head and scrawls out a response, taking a bit longer, then slides it to Rozenn. Terzi's written Chunadie is grammatically accurate, but some of the flourishes on her letters betray her own cultural influences.
[Sorry, it would be quite rude to talk about him while he's literally there.
My read on the chef is that his puppet is therapeutic. If I had to guess, it's how he communicates. I was part of an order of healers back on Salin. Illnesses of the mind weren't something we could heal with Second Song... At least, it was forbidden. Third Song, however... We had a few Third Song users. The Sisters were rather strict about allowing them entry.
Our preferred method was to treat patients and help them find ways to live enriching lives. Zrucan was, in my experience, the most accepting of Salin arcologies in that regard. Apparently surviving a mass disaster helps encourage empathy. I haven't seen many places of healing that accepting since, so I'm greatly curious about where the chef hails from. Also, of course, the source of his puppet. I can tell that puppet has seen more use than standard cloth tools do. The stitching is precise and tight, the felt doesn't seem like felt until you look closely at it, it's so well made.
I won't drive the poor man into a panic to find out. I don't think I was out of line. I gave him space the moment it was clear he needed it.
Stews are fine, I suppose. My sense of taste isn't very sharp. The most enjoyment I get from a meal is from interesting textures.]
Terzi starts to pass the note, then stops, adds one last bit.
[I don't know how to pick good wine because I usually take advantage of that to drink the cheapest, strongest thing I can get. The barmaid picked this one for me.]
She takes a sip of wine, smirking, and passes the note on.