[ A red dusk has faded deep into to the purples and greys of twilight; the first stars are already pricking over the bay when Richard clips his way up the dock from the ferry. ]
I’ve returned.
[ -- out of the blue, but in the nick of time, so far as he’s concerned. ]
[ Weed and blankies: the only kind of tower night out worth having.
Into the tower, up the stairs, Richard makes a brief stop in his room to unload his satchel and to pick up a heavier cloak, a hat and blanket of his own.
[ 3/4 the way through hunkering down into a blanketed slouch against the rampart, Richard leans to produce a moderately heavy dagger from the region of his hip, and drops it next to the pie -- deft, for a man with a splinted thumb. He doesn’t say ‘don’t be a coward.’
The arch look he sends after it says it for him. ]
[ Richard hisses an invitation under his breath, and Ribbon nudges out from his collar to see about it, a button of black at his throat that starts to emerge, feels the chill in the air, and seems to think better of it. She sinks s l o w l y back out of sight as Dick reaches from his blankets to take the offered joint. ]
Perhaps if we go in later, [ he says on her behalf, to assuage any disappointment before he tokes. ]
So, [ he says a beat later, still holding: ] The stars.
Dick lets go with a short cough and a clearing of his throat, with a shorter puff to follow, and so on. After nearly a year, the act has become routine. ]
[ Richard can only incline his head in acknowledgement that yes, he probably should have anticipated that was the case. The cushion of his hat makes it easier for him to rest his noggin against the rampart at his back, and he settles in the rest of the way where he’s sat, with a blanket around his shoulders and another under his seat. ]
I think so, yeah. But most of our history's been lost.
[ She hands off the joint again so she can fetch up the knife, give it a cursory wipe-down, and use it to slice the pie into wedges. ]
So mostly we use the regular Trade names for them, but the pictures they make are different.
[ Somehow because I'm not gonna describe flinging bits of floppy pie everywhere, the slice of apple pie she picks up stays together and barely dribbles. ]
So Voyager is an aravel instead of a ship and the Stallion is a halla, and so on.
Typical, [ says Richard, tightly. Athessa hands the joint over to him, and he tokes where he’s reclined, with some late thought given over to easing up the buttons at his collar and down his jacket. It’s clumsier work than it should be with his splinted hand, but the movements are already practiced. Easy enough to work in some airflow while he looks to the sky.
He’s clapped eyes on an illustration or two before bringing himself up to the tower tonight. He’s even been up here before on his own.
Still, utilizing a local expert is faster and more comprehensive. ]
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Date: 2020-11-15 08:41 pm (UTC)I’m in town.
[ This isn’t strictly true, but the poo-tee-tweet of songbirds in the tree cover overhead isn’t likely to carry over. ]
Is everything alright?
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Date: 2020-11-15 09:21 pm (UTC)[ Does the fwumph of her falling back to lay on her bed carry over? ]
Do you wanna play cards with me when you get back?
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Date: 2020-11-16 03:30 am (UTC)[ He plucks up fragments of incense, some of them still smoldering, and scatters them back into the brazier, plink plink tink. ]
Have you considered keeping a diary?
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Date: 2020-11-16 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-16 08:29 am (UTC)[ The idea of pretending not to be able to read Athessa’s every hand after the week he’s had is challenging enough for him to drop the pretense. ]
But I am very interested in familiarizing myself with Dalish constellations by sight, if you’re available.
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Date: 2020-11-16 08:39 am (UTC)Sure. I can wait ‘til you get back or I can come meet you, whichever you’d rather.
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Date: 2020-11-16 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-16 10:05 pm (UTC)[ and then she waits ]
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Date: 2020-11-18 06:44 am (UTC)I’ve returned.
[ -- out of the blue, but in the nick of time, so far as he’s concerned. ]
Shall I meet you atop the tower?
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Date: 2020-11-18 07:32 am (UTC)Yep, yeah, 'course. Should I uh—
[ A pause that totally isn't a yawn, off-crystal. ]
Should I bring the usual stuff?
[ weed and blankies? ]
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Date: 2020-11-18 06:36 pm (UTC)[ Weed and blankies: the only kind of tower night out worth having.
Into the tower, up the stairs, Richard makes a brief stop in his room to unload his satchel and to pick up a heavier cloak, a hat and blanket of his own.
He also brings a pie. ]
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Date: 2020-11-18 10:53 pm (UTC)But like a good friend she does wait for him to arrive before lighting up, offering him the first toke. ]
Is that a pie?
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Date: 2020-11-19 07:13 am (UTC)[ Are there even apples in Thedas?
Richard waves her off to smoke first, once he’s placed the pie down on the stonework between them. He has blankets to make a nest out of. ]
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Date: 2020-11-19 07:42 am (UTC)Did you bring forks, too? I brought mead, but no glasses.
[ Though it seems like not having glasses for a drink is a less messy prospect than no utensils for a pie. ]
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Date: 2020-11-19 07:57 am (UTC)The arch look he sends after it says it for him. ]
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Date: 2020-11-19 09:15 am (UTC)[ She hunkers down beside him in her own blanket club uniform, keeping her hands free for puff puff passing.
So she puffs, puffs again, and passes the joint over to Richard. ]
Is our petit espion with us tonight?
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Date: 2020-11-19 07:22 pm (UTC)Perhaps if we go in later, [ he says on her behalf, to assuage any disappointment before he tokes. ]
So, [ he says a beat later, still holding: ] The stars.
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Date: 2020-11-19 08:24 pm (UTC)[ There's yer problem right there. ]
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Date: 2020-11-20 08:39 am (UTC)Dick lets go with a short cough and a clearing of his throat, with a shorter puff to follow, and so on. After nearly a year, the act has become routine. ]
Had you already been smoking?
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Date: 2020-11-20 08:49 am (UTC)[ Back to the sky. ]
I think this time of year there's only three or four constellations we can see.
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Date: 2020-11-20 10:50 pm (UTC)[ He hands the joint back across. ]
Do humans defer to your existing arrangement, or have constellations of their own?
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Date: 2020-11-21 12:00 am (UTC)Nobody defers to elves for anything.
[ A drag, some smoke rings. ]
They renamed 'em and ignore that they were ever called anything else.
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Date: 2020-11-21 02:52 am (UTC)Elves have the original claim, do they not?
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Date: 2020-11-21 04:58 am (UTC)[ She hands off the joint again so she can fetch up the knife, give it a cursory wipe-down, and use it to slice the pie into wedges. ]
So mostly we use the regular Trade names for them, but the pictures they make are different.
[ Somehow because I'm not gonna describe flinging bits of floppy pie everywhere, the slice of apple pie she picks up stays together and barely dribbles. ]
So Voyager is an aravel instead of a ship and the Stallion is a halla, and so on.
tfw u realize u never posted the real tag
Date: 2020-11-23 02:51 am (UTC)He’s clapped eyes on an illustration or two before bringing himself up to the tower tonight. He’s even been up here before on his own.
Still, utilizing a local expert is faster and more comprehensive. ]
Are any of them used for navigation?
i thought i dreamt the other one
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