Would you tell me more about it? What it is?
Sure, I can tell you what I know. Still a lot we're working on. Do you have, like, specific questions? Or is this just the big overview level?
Well - they told me that we're made of lyrium. The rifters. Have you heard that before?
I thought I could pick that bit apart? Seams or stitches but there are holes or I just don't know. I can't ask. [That's what stings, the way there won't be an answer, that it might go away one day or it'll be this way forever and she'll have to come to terms at last.]
I-- it felt cruel to talk to people about it. Then they don't get to forget it maybe. It'll be in their heads, but I can't forget it and since I was asked to go to Minrathous it's been worse.
[There's a pause, a space between heartbeats.]
Is it a good time to go for drinks?
I-- it felt cruel to talk to people about it. Then they don't get to forget it maybe. It'll be in their heads, but I can't forget it and since I was asked to go to Minrathous it's been worse.
[There's a pause, a space between heartbeats.]
Is it a good time to go for drinks?
...no, I don't think so. Who told you that?
Yeah, yeah, I can totally do that. You have a place in mind? I'll meet you there.
Unexpected but awesome. Do you think we're getting close enough to try some out? I think we've got some good colors, but I'm not sure about the texture, to be honest.
I'm happy to continue here, but if you need a base AC thread we can also jump to Cos' open post
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2018-09-18 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Blooming Rose is fine. I promise not to clutch any pearls.
[She's not entirely sure if Araceli knows that expression, on reflection, but whatever.]
Let me get my boots on and I'll head over that way.
[She's not entirely sure if Araceli knows that expression, on reflection, but whatever.]
Let me get my boots on and I'll head over that way.
Oh, resin, that's a thought. I was thinking beeswax, but I think it wouldn't harden enough to really stay put. Something stickier might be better if it eventually hardens.
Did Sarah have any particular color requests?
Did Sarah have any particular color requests?
What did she say about cucumbers? Because cucumber's the more traditional option.
...wait, I actually don't know if Thedas has cucumbers. It hasn't come up, which is unreal because it means it's been two years since I had a pickle.
...wait, I actually don't know if Thedas has cucumbers. It hasn't come up, which is unreal because it means it's been two years since I had a pickle.
Miss Niehaus,
( does she sound a little bit like she’s making fun of herself? potentially to someone as familiar with Herian as Cosima herself is. there’s a moment of pause, in which she imagines Cosima might be wrapping up notes or reaching for the crystal or rubbing her eyes a moment to attempt to re-focus her gaze. At the things she was very familiar with, very fond of. )
I know asking if you are busy is not dissimilar to enquiring as to the wetness of water, but— is it permissible to interrupt a while?
( does she sound a little bit like she’s making fun of herself? potentially to someone as familiar with Herian as Cosima herself is. there’s a moment of pause, in which she imagines Cosima might be wrapping up notes or reaching for the crystal or rubbing her eyes a moment to attempt to re-focus her gaze. At the things she was very familiar with, very fond of. )
I know asking if you are busy is not dissimilar to enquiring as to the wetness of water, but— is it permissible to interrupt a while?
[It sounds like she's smiling a bit.]
Of course. Totally, I'm definitely due for a break anyway. You want me to meet you somewhere?
Of course. Totally, I'm definitely due for a break anyway. You want me to meet you somewhere?
If you like. I am still slower on my feet than I’d best like, so I’ll not— I may require more time than is ideal to make my way to any meeting place.
( And then to make her way back. Fuck stairs, man.
A rueful pause. )
I have been equipped with a cane.
( Guess how much she hates it. )
( And then to make her way back. Fuck stairs, man.
A rueful pause. )
I have been equipped with a cane.
( Guess how much she hates it. )
Good thing we don't live in a fort literally made of stairs.
[Yep. She considers and rejects a joke about a cane at least doubling as a bludgeoning weapon; she's not sure Herian's up to joking about it yet, and regardless, she probably doesn't need the encouragement.]
Just drop me your location and I'll be there in a second.
[Yep. She considers and rejects a joke about a cane at least doubling as a bludgeoning weapon; she's not sure Herian's up to joking about it yet, and regardless, she probably doesn't need the encouragement.]
Just drop me your location and I'll be there in a second.
( Cosima is rewarded with an amused huff. )
But one of many blessings.
( Herian exhales, and the pause is... sheepish. )
I made my way to the gardens, if you’d care to join me. Those in the Gallows, not the Chantry.
( A hasty clarification - less because she imagined a Cosima would make her way there and totally miss Herian, moreso because getting to the gardens of the Gallows had already been an ill-advised over-exertion, and— and she doesn’t want to either worry Cosima, or be reprimanded by her. Of all people, Cosima has some familiarity with pushing herself too far when in recovery. )
But one of many blessings.
( Herian exhales, and the pause is... sheepish. )
I made my way to the gardens, if you’d care to join me. Those in the Gallows, not the Chantry.
( A hasty clarification - less because she imagined a Cosima would make her way there and totally miss Herian, moreso because getting to the gardens of the Gallows had already been an ill-advised over-exertion, and— and she doesn’t want to either worry Cosima, or be reprimanded by her. Of all people, Cosima has some familiarity with pushing herself too far when in recovery. )
[It's an off hour in the dining hall—either too early or too late for the bulk if Riftwatch's company to be taking their midday meal—, which makes the sudden intrusion into Cosima's space that much more abrupt.
Thump! The great stack of papers being dropped to the table precede a young woman sliding into the seat opposite her by a mere fraction of a second.]
You're Miss Niehaus, correct? Wysteria Poppell, Research Division. I'm embarrassed to say it, but I can't recall if we spike much at all when you were here last. Here, please fill this out for my files. You might also include any notable remarks you have about the in between time. What you recall from how you left and from when you were away. We have so little information on the subject and I should very much like some reference material on file.
[Wysteria peels a few pages off the top of the stack and passes them across. It's a slightly edited questionnaire.]
Thump! The great stack of papers being dropped to the table precede a young woman sliding into the seat opposite her by a mere fraction of a second.]
You're Miss Niehaus, correct? Wysteria Poppell, Research Division. I'm embarrassed to say it, but I can't recall if we spike much at all when you were here last. Here, please fill this out for my files. You might also include any notable remarks you have about the in between time. What you recall from how you left and from when you were away. We have so little information on the subject and I should very much like some reference material on file.
[Wysteria peels a few pages off the top of the stack and passes them across. It's a slightly edited questionnaire.]
Gardens, you got it. I should be there in 10. Or, uh, soon.
[Timekeeping in Thedas is, generally, somewhat less precise than that. But the estimate isn't far off, once she puts her work away and makes her way down the stairs. Maybe a little closer to 15, but by Cosima's standards, definitely in the ballpark.
She's got an eye out as soon as the gardens are in her line of sight, though. She suspects Herian might try to stand if not waved to keep sitting promptly.]
[Timekeeping in Thedas is, generally, somewhat less precise than that. But the estimate isn't far off, once she puts her work away and makes her way down the stairs. Maybe a little closer to 15, but by Cosima's standards, definitely in the ballpark.
She's got an eye out as soon as the gardens are in her line of sight, though. She suspects Herian might try to stand if not waved to keep sitting promptly.]
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