i will do aught in my power to spare you the immense suffering of muddy trousers, my sweet aubergine.
[ and he does have every intention of doing so, even if he teases. to his room, where he puts away all but one of Emet-Selch's sewing projects and a pendant that sings with unfinished magic. into his satchel those go, along with three blankets, a tin of the tea leaves he knows Emet-Selch favors, and a bundle of sugar cookies wrapped in a square gingham cloth.
he makes it halfway out the door when he reconsiders, comes back to wrap himself in a shawl and pull the hood up over his head. better not to risk being tied up for two bells helping his neighbors with their every need. next, down the amaro enclosure to fetch Del, who whistles at the sight of him, heedless of the cloak.
it's a short flight to Inviolate Witness, once little more than a ruined park, Viktor has come here often to clear his head — and the surrounding weeds, coaxing flowers to grow here again in the process. many moons of work, finally paid off in fragrant dots of blue and purple and red. the gazebo is still half ruined, though. he wonders if Emet-Selch will see that as a lesson in the making, as well.
speaking of- as he fetches the blankets from his satchel, he reaches for the braid that binds them, and strums it thoughtlessly, signalling his arrival. ]
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[ and he does have every intention of doing so, even if he teases. to his room, where he puts away all but one of Emet-Selch's sewing projects and a pendant that sings with unfinished magic. into his satchel those go, along with three blankets, a tin of the tea leaves he knows Emet-Selch favors, and a bundle of sugar cookies wrapped in a square gingham cloth.
he makes it halfway out the door when he reconsiders, comes back to wrap himself in a shawl and pull the hood up over his head. better not to risk being tied up for two bells helping his neighbors with their every need. next, down the amaro enclosure to fetch Del, who whistles at the sight of him, heedless of the cloak.
it's a short flight to Inviolate Witness, once little more than a ruined park, Viktor has come here often to clear his head — and the surrounding weeds, coaxing flowers to grow here again in the process. many moons of work, finally paid off in fragrant dots of blue and purple and red. the gazebo is still half ruined, though. he wonders if Emet-Selch will see that as a lesson in the making, as well.
speaking of- as he fetches the blankets from his satchel, he reaches for the braid that binds them, and strums it thoughtlessly, signalling his arrival. ]