June Catch-All

[getting_better]

Who: Bishop + Folks
When: Iuneril (June)
Where: Aefenglom + Dorchacht
What: Quests N' Stuff
Warnings: None at the moment

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[getting_better]

He played with some invisible thread between his fingers as the moment passed by and, as if nothing had happened, he turned to smile at Iryha. Unperturbed and beatific. A practiced smile.

"It's good then, that you've gotten better." His voice sincere. "There's a saying from my world 'what doesn't kill you; makes you stronger'. I'd say this is true for you, no?"

[omnicrafter]

If she notices the mechanical nature of his smile, she says nothing about it, crossing her ankles below. "Hah... yeah, I suppose. But I think it's the same for everyone. We're all carrying something or other around. Just... some more than others."

The conversation with Emet-Selch about her mother was more formative than he knows, perhaps. She hasn't felt so at peace with her family's general state in a long time, and hearing that just makes her think maybe she really can take it in stride.

"Trouble is, what doesn't kill me tends to kill a handful of others. It is... a hard thing to come to terms with."

[getting_better]

"Well." He shrugged. "It's like you said, we're all carrying something right?" Whether that something also happens to be alive, running around, and stabbing things is just unfortunate.

"This has gotten into a pretty sad and dreary." Something he feels responsible for. "What do you like to do in your spare time. Aside from take river boat rides with strangers and weirdos, of course." He's one of those things, at the very least.

[omnicrafter]

"Ahah, I guess so," she says with an awkward laugh. "An excellent question, though. I do a lot of crafts and handiwork. Sewing, leathercraft, smithy work, cooking... even writing and drawing on occasion. Anything that involves a creative process, I probably do it, or am at least interested in it."

Jack of all trades, master of... at least one or two, right? She grins, considering his comment. "I guess this is just one way I get a kick out of things. Some might call it an addiction to adrenaline, I suppose, but I just call it a hell of a lot of fun. I suppose 'whimsical' is another word for it... Hope that's not too intense for you or anything."

[getting_better]

"I'd say you're just creative." And a busy body. "Though I kinda get it. I took up cooking as hobby when I was in the military, but I ended up falling head first into the thing and I ended up becoming a professional chef, baker, bartender, and picked up some other miscellaneous things related to it." He says with a sheepish smile and a voice full of pride.

"Oh by the way, I met your friend, Mira. She's quite nice. She told me about the 'dark knights' and the penchant for carrying really really big swords." Scary big swords. "I remember you had one too. Did you make yours? Your sword I mean." If she did, then it'd be quite impressive, not to mention make him realize that she intentionally made it bigger than her.

[omnicrafter]

"Ha ha... yeah, that sounds kind of like what I do," she agrees, a chipper note in her voice as she twines her fingers together. "A little of everything in a given field, I suppose."

It takes her a moment to remember which sword she's been carrying on her, but after a short pause, she replies, "Ah, no, that one was inherited, actually. But there are a number that I don't have here that I've made. There was this realm-famous blacksmith lived in my hometown for a while, and I always aspired to the level of his work... I'm still not quite as good as him, as he's got a good few decades of experience on me, but it's something to aim for."

Caladbolg, however, just always felt special and meaningful to her, which tended to be what drew her to weapons more than their make and technological value. She covers her mouth with the side of her hand thoughtfully. "My current blade used to belong to the late master of a close friend of mine. An adoptive father to him, I suppose. He taught him all he knew about the dark arts before passing away. It was only recently that his disciple decided it was better served in my hands... though I feel a little bad about it still. I always felt like it should rightfully be his... but I think he feels he doesn't deserve it yet."

Then her look turns again, sharply interested. "So, what else did you and Mira talk about?"

[getting_better]

Yet another thing that struck a chord with him. His thoughts drifted to the katana at his hip while she spoke. What is it with life and bequeathing blades that holds so much meaning, and his case, hardship and pain? Blades should just remain as blades, tools to be used to kill, maim, and generally give someone a very bad time for the being on the receiving end and only them. There's always a pang of pain whenever he drew his blade and that...that's just not fair.

He held his pain a lot better this time around. Her seeing him a bit troubled once was more than enough for one lifetime.

"Eh, not much. Just some small talk while wandering around the underground market place."

He never thought he would ever say those words in that order.

"She and I ended up in a class together when the Coven had those gardening classes. We came up with a dancing plant and I was mostly asking how that little guy was coming along."