[ the first stupid thing he does is check the time. it's not everyone on dawn hours, and he'd be a right ass to forget. but an eye out the window finds the sun high overhead: noon. paper rustles. ]
It can wait, didn't mean t'wake you. [ takes a moment to find it, the roster of who's on this week. wycome. ] You just get back in?
But he's a young man. There is time for him to see the error of his ways. I knew his mother once, you know, and I cannot see how she would not teach him better. It might be some form of rebellion.
[ ness is not not thinking about arranging some kind of visit to the gallows for aubertinβperhaps his mother has been induced to make a donation to riftwatch, and wants to see her money is put to good useβwhere either he is forced to sit through a long lecture or he ends up with a broken finger. he seems like the type to approach a griffon without thinking it through, it'd be easy to arrangeβ ]
The bitch of it all is he isn't even a bad writer. He could be putting these talents to such use as a satirist!
Ah, yes, that is, just a day or so ago, I've beenβresearchingβ
[ said through a yawn and a stretch, ooh, she's getting too old to fall asleep hunched over a desk. at least this time it's her desk in the quartermaster's office, which means she's not drawing looks in the library, or late to work. plus, she knows herselfβshe opens a drawer and pulls out a hairbrush, and gets to work detangling the mess she's made. ]
Sorry, oof. I'm awake, I'm ready, what do you need?
[ distracted. she's on her way to skipping lunch, too. ]
Figured out one of the, uh, suggestions we got. Sjoklat, think 's meant t'be chocolate. Know cocoa comes dear right now. But if we can find something tastes near, maybe for Satinalia β
Skipped, [ would imply a purposeful decision, ] yes! Watching my figure, or something.
[ ness has never been skinnier in her life than she is nowβon rations, recently running around trying not to die in wycome, and now skipping meals to research until she physically can't keep her eyes open. it's a kind of diet, surelyβ ]
Substitutes, subs... I think, I was looking into rifter recipes, that Jude Adjei left one for cookies, they're supposed to have chocolate but I think he noted carob might do in a pinch? Do we have carob, in Thedas? What is carob, actually...
[ she has an encyclopedia in here somewhere, actually, maybe she can look it up. ]
(Delivered to her desk (only a day late): a leather-bound copy of Aveline, Knight of Orlais by Lord Francois Maigny, an embellished version of the life and adventures of an Orlesian woman, raised by Dalish elves, who disguises herself as a man to enter a Knight's tournament. The ending is sad.
Abby has tied a beautiful purple ribbon around it. A small scrap of paper on top contains a cramped note:) Lemme know what you think when you're done. I'd love to talk about it. Happy Satinalia. β Abby A.
[ thing is, he's not thick. mightn't have the first clue what carob is, but got a notion or two on what keeps someone up; away from routine. she's rambling. he's decided: ]
How 'bout I bring some up.
[ that's not really a question. he's moving. she can turn him aside if she pleases, but someone ought to make sure there's no reason to call strange, julius, again. else β
[ distractedly, distantly, left her crystal on her desk and has moved to her bookshelvesβ ] Do you have carob? That'd be convenient...
When Cedric arrives at the quartermaster's office, Ness isn't visible at first. It's only when he actually comes inside, glances around, that he'll find herβhidden away in a shadowy corner of the office, standing at a bookcase with an open book in hand while she peers in consternation at another on the shelf.
From this distance, at least, she doesn't look hideous. She's not skin and bones now, nor got the darkest of circles under her eyes, nor has her hair become some kind of nest. Her clothes are neat and clean, she's bathed, she's brushed, she's as pale as she's ever been but no paler. By all appearances, she's absolutely fine.
There's a vacancy to her expression, though. A faint sway as she should be standing still, breaths a shade too shallow for health.
"I could have sworn I had an actual encyclopedia in here somewhere. Have I gone blind? I may have gone blind. Oh, knotsβ"
[ a considering beat, weighing what to reveal and with what words. ]
Its efficacy waned the longer it was used. Higher doses, more often, were needed to achieve a fully dampening effect. Whether that is a personal quirk or indicative of something else, I couldn't say.
We need assume they will, in time, manifest similar abilities to those among our own. Shields, projectiles, perhaps more. It would do for us to have a means of non-lethal containment. I am exploring our options. And as we don't know whether they're native β
We need know whether magebane works to stunt an anchor, and I hope to avoid poisoning volunteers, or inadvertantly doing them a worse ill. Hence: Your health.
I'll assume you'll let me know if you ever plan to hold me to the offer. Is there anything else, Enchanter? The headache makes speaking at length a hardship.
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