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starhuevalley2018-06-26 07:50 pm
littlehero) wrote in starhuevalley2018-06-26 07:50 pm
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-sed the button, right, so...
[The video opens with a riveting view of the rocky ground. Then it switches to a worm's-eye view of a child's face, back to the feet, and then finally shifts to a more proper view of Seere's face as he holds the jpad out at arm's length. Bits of dirt and grit cling to his pale hair, and there's a consistent rumble of shifting rock coming from somewhere nearby, but he seems perfectly at peace with it. He smiles brightly at the screen.]
There! That was easy.
[It really wasn't. Whoever designed the UI on these things clearly doesn't actually use them.]
...My name is Seere. I went up to explore the mountains north of the farmlands because I wanted to know more about the monsters, but there's so much else here. There's a quarry with so many ore veins that the rocks sparkle like a river, and a building just for hot baths... And I even found an old book half-buried in the earth!
[Which is the thing he's most excited about. He's trying to keep himself contained, but the way his tone of voice lifts from "diplomatic figurehead" to "child on christmas" is really obvious.]
From what I've been able to actually read, there seems to be a local myth... About how the very light became lonely and planted a seed, and from its fruit the world itself was born. That festival that just went on- it was named for another fruit here that seems to have some mysterious power.
I was thinking, since we--
[He's cut off by the loud crash of shattering rock, and a cloud of dust drifts into his face. The screen tilts to an upside-down view of a patch of dry grass for a moment.]
Golem! Please! Downwind is that way! ...No, no, it's okay.
[Back to business. Seere wipes at his nose and mouth with the corner of his sleeve and sputters just lightly. Ah. Good thing that bathhouse is there after all.]
Um. ...As I was saying, I thought it was an interesting story. And we've all been encouraged to tend to farms! Do you think there might be anything special about what we can grow here? I know there must be more to the story, but these pages are so brittle and caked in dirt. I... have always liked hearing about things like this.
I wonder what I should do with this book, now...
[Aaand, ACTION. If not-skyping isn't your thing, you can catch Seere up north of town, or even in the bathhouse. Or at his own farm later in the day. Or whatever works for you, I'm not picky. Just look for the tiny boy and his ginormous rock beast.]
[The video opens with a riveting view of the rocky ground. Then it switches to a worm's-eye view of a child's face, back to the feet, and then finally shifts to a more proper view of Seere's face as he holds the jpad out at arm's length. Bits of dirt and grit cling to his pale hair, and there's a consistent rumble of shifting rock coming from somewhere nearby, but he seems perfectly at peace with it. He smiles brightly at the screen.]
There! That was easy.
[It really wasn't. Whoever designed the UI on these things clearly doesn't actually use them.]
...My name is Seere. I went up to explore the mountains north of the farmlands because I wanted to know more about the monsters, but there's so much else here. There's a quarry with so many ore veins that the rocks sparkle like a river, and a building just for hot baths... And I even found an old book half-buried in the earth!
[Which is the thing he's most excited about. He's trying to keep himself contained, but the way his tone of voice lifts from "diplomatic figurehead" to "child on christmas" is really obvious.]
From what I've been able to actually read, there seems to be a local myth... About how the very light became lonely and planted a seed, and from its fruit the world itself was born. That festival that just went on- it was named for another fruit here that seems to have some mysterious power.
I was thinking, since we--
[He's cut off by the loud crash of shattering rock, and a cloud of dust drifts into his face. The screen tilts to an upside-down view of a patch of dry grass for a moment.]
Golem! Please! Downwind is that way! ...No, no, it's okay.
[Back to business. Seere wipes at his nose and mouth with the corner of his sleeve and sputters just lightly. Ah. Good thing that bathhouse is there after all.]
Um. ...As I was saying, I thought it was an interesting story. And we've all been encouraged to tend to farms! Do you think there might be anything special about what we can grow here? I know there must be more to the story, but these pages are so brittle and caked in dirt. I... have always liked hearing about things like this.
I wonder what I should do with this book, now...
[Aaand, ACTION. If not-skyping isn't your thing, you can catch Seere up north of town, or even in the bathhouse. Or at his own farm later in the day. Or whatever works for you, I'm not picky. Just look for the tiny boy and his ginormous rock beast.]
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Oh! I haven't met any other rock wielders in a very long time... Is your friend still with you?
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[ it's an oversimplification, but it's true enough. ...and it nudges a thought loose. she'd considered bartering with the being that had summoned the golem for them in the first place to have them resurrected, but it had seemed selfishly unfair at the time. they had been barely sapient—only a game piece, a created thing twice over—and to pull them back into a world where they would be constantly risking a fate far worse than death for primarily her own comfort would be cruel.
here, though... ]
...I still have their core, though. The gods here have already offered me one favor in trade for my service, so... perhaps it's worth asking about.
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[It's a lot more than lip service. Seere's no stranger to losing loved ones, himself. If he lost Golem too, he wouldn't survive... literally, what with the soul-entwining nature of the Pact. But even if that weren't the case he'd still feel like a part of himself were missing, he's sure. Even more than with his own twin.]
A possibility like that must be tempting, but please be careful. Gods can be fickle, or ask too much in exchange. Don't let them fill the hole in your heart with darkness.
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I appreciate the caution, but trust me when I say I'm well used to bargaining with beings that don't have my best interests in mind. I know what my limits are, and I know better than to agree to any trade I can't see all the consequences of.
[ and if nothing else... in a sense, she's already had the hole in her heart filled. she trusts her partner to keep anything else from getting in. ]
That said— I don't think the ones here are likely to be cruel in their whims, if nothing else. The locals speak fondly of them, and I've done my best to offer my own respect.
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[It can crush like a mace.
He flashes a small, dark little smile, and shakes his head. It is true that the gods of this land have, so far, been muuuch preferable to the ones back home.]
But I wish you the best of luck. If they grant you this, I would like very much to meet your golem as well.
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she makes a soft rasp of a noise in the back of her throat, a low sound almost verging on something like a growl. ]
I'm admittedly far less personally familiar with any god's affection, but I'll take your word for it. ...and thank you. You'd be more than welcome to.