I've heard that some are calling for the formation of a city guard. If I wanted something familiar, I could certainly volunteer. And I've been doing work at the smithy for a while now.
[Even if it kind of feels like 90% of what she does there is clean up after the fellas. Sort of like at home.]
With your skillset, there's plenty of ways you could help out. What would you consider meaningful, in this world?
[He nods in agreement; he has heard quite a bit about this potential city guard from its prospective founder, and has even offered his aid with the administrative bit of putting it together, though it has largely been refuted.]
I think that would be an excellent fit for you, if you so chose, though I suppose there is something to be said from straying from the familiar, as well. The smithy is fortunate to have you.
[He considers his own path, lips pressed together slightly.]
Something that aids in the improvement of quality of life, perhaps. I am hesitant to jump to government of any kind; there is talk of a council coming together, but I do not know that I am suited for it.
[He still questions his own abilities as a leader.]
Maybe it is time to look back to the arts. We've a theatre district now, after all.
[She nods along as he speaks. Guarding the place she calls home and working with weaponry is familiar and comfortable to her, as is cooking and cleaning. Ways she knows she can help, ways she knows she'll contribute effectively. She could try something new in the process, even: different forms of training, maybe how to create weapons on top of maintaining them. Maybe something else entirely. There's bound to be options she hasn't considered yet.
As for him...]
I think you should. [She considers a moment, tying one more flower into place, then offers the finished crown out to him. Truly nothing special, aesthetically speaking, but it should suit his colours well.] At the festival, I talked to someone who was interested in learning music, and I said I'd recommend you speak with them. Does the idea of teaching music interest you at all?
[He pauses before he answers, gladly accepting the offered crown and smiling fondly as he gingerly turns it to examine it fully. 'Fancy' or not, it is the sentiment that matters most to him, as well as who it is offering the gift, and he is quick to set it atop his bright red hair, eager to put Kisara's work on display.]
It is lovely— thank you.
[As she'd suspected, it does suit him, and he will wear it throughout the festival gladly. He goes on to consider her proposition, his smile gaining something of a mildly startled quality before he nods in response. He hadn't considered teaching.]
I might have thought of that on my own, given enough time, but I have never thought of myself as a teacher. That's an interesting idea— I certainly like the thought of it. Inspiring the love of music in another, what could be more rewarding than that?
[She'll just be quietly honoured by this for like, ever. Most definitely for the duration of the festival.]
I'm not sure, but it sounds like it would suit you perfectly. And it would be a way for you to get back into music, as well. You should try.
[The worst that could happen is no one takes him up on it. And even then he could use the time allotted for training to practice his violin. Win-win, right? She sees no reason not to encourage him, here. Music seems to give him such joy.]
If you need help with anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.
[His smile warms; the idea is an excellent one, and quite practical, too. Very Kisara in its own right, in that way.
He gently places a hand against the ground, preparing to push himself up and get to his feet, while one of the little flower fairies that has been following him around flits over to rest on Kisara's shoulder and giggle softly, reaching up to touch one of the blossoms in her hair.
Dohalim rises to his full height, brushing off the front of his robes with both hands.]
I should leave you to your work, but perhaps we can get something to eat before long? I will be certain to ask, should I need anything— and I hope that you feel the same. I would like to be someone you feel you can depend on, Kisara.
[Kisara offers the little pixie a quietly delighted smile; the experience still feels new and fresh to her, and the creatures and residents of this world are fascinating (and cute, she won't deny that). To Dohalim, she lifts a hand to bid him farewell, the other resting subconsciously on the crown he'd gifted her to keep it in place as she moves, as if it's a precious treasure.]
Same to you, Dohalim- for all of it. I'll find you later for that meal.
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[Even if it kind of feels like 90% of what she does there is clean up after the fellas. Sort of like at home.]
With your skillset, there's plenty of ways you could help out. What would you consider meaningful, in this world?
oh cool dw just hide this notif from me
I think that would be an excellent fit for you, if you so chose, though I suppose there is something to be said from straying from the familiar, as well. The smithy is fortunate to have you.
[He considers his own path, lips pressed together slightly.]
Something that aids in the improvement of quality of life, perhaps. I am hesitant to jump to government of any kind; there is talk of a council coming together, but I do not know that I am suited for it.
[He still questions his own abilities as a leader.]
Maybe it is time to look back to the arts. We've a theatre district now, after all.
dw hates cute nerds bein cute together huh
As for him...]
I think you should. [She considers a moment, tying one more flower into place, then offers the finished crown out to him. Truly nothing special, aesthetically speaking, but it should suit his colours well.] At the festival, I talked to someone who was interested in learning music, and I said I'd recommend you speak with them. Does the idea of teaching music interest you at all?
a hate crime honestly
It is lovely— thank you.
[As she'd suspected, it does suit him, and he will wear it throughout the festival gladly. He goes on to consider her proposition, his smile gaining something of a mildly startled quality before he nods in response. He hadn't considered teaching.]
I might have thought of that on my own, given enough time, but I have never thought of myself as a teacher. That's an interesting idea— I certainly like the thought of it. Inspiring the love of music in another, what could be more rewarding than that?
[They may be onto something here...]
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I'm not sure, but it sounds like it would suit you perfectly. And it would be a way for you to get back into music, as well. You should try.
[The worst that could happen is no one takes him up on it. And even then he could use the time allotted for training to practice his violin. Win-win, right? She sees no reason not to encourage him, here. Music seems to give him such joy.]
If you need help with anything at all, don't hesitate to ask.
steering us to wrap since we have new stuff!
[His smile warms; the idea is an excellent one, and quite practical, too. Very Kisara in its own right, in that way.
He gently places a hand against the ground, preparing to push himself up and get to his feet, while one of the little flower fairies that has been following him around flits over to rest on Kisara's shoulder and giggle softly, reaching up to touch one of the blossoms in her hair.
Dohalim rises to his full height, brushing off the front of his robes with both hands.]
I should leave you to your work, but perhaps we can get something to eat before long? I will be certain to ask, should I need anything— and I hope that you feel the same. I would like to be someone you feel you can depend on, Kisara.
hella
Same to you, Dohalim- for all of it. I'll find you later for that meal.
[Something to look forward to.]