stones of farspeech (12 jan)

[barberian]

(While her companions may be comfortable addressing the network as a whole, Yasha has never put out this kind of call before. She's a little hesitant in her speech, and it definitely sounds like she went over what she was going to say before she picked up her stone of farspeech to do it for real. She's doing her best.)

... Hello.

I wanted to ask something about gardening.

Where do I find dirt? There is a lot of sand around, but I cannot find dirt. I would like to have a lot of it.

Thank you.

(There's the sound of muffled fumbling with the stone, and then another, faint addition right before she finds the off button:)

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[journalname]

It provides heat enough to grow throughout the year. Or for plants that are not suited for the climate.

They are along the coast. You will want to go southwest from the mana pool - towards the tall silos, when you can see them. I would take you there myself, but I have lost my eyesight, so I do not think I would be much help. My apologies.

[barberian]

The... glass does?

(When you come from a place as rough as Xhorhas, nobody bothers to build anything out of glass, so forgive her ignorance.)

That's okay. Thank you for the directions. How have you come to lose your eyesight?

[journalname]

The glass itself does not, but it traps heat inside. Moisture as well.

[Look, he can't really tell you the science behind it, he just generally knows that it works.]

It was a consequence of dying. I am sure it will clear up any day now. [That rings a little of false optimism, but. It's definitely going to eventually.]

[barberian]

Okay. I will take your word for it.

(She can see it in action when she visits.)

You died? How did you come back? (Perhaps a cleric raised him. Still, Yasha hasn't heard of somebody being blinded after the fact.) It... sounds like your cleric did a botch job.

[journalname]

My - goodness, no.

[He knows what the word cleric means in general, but not really in the context of raising people from the dead?]

I'm sorry, I thought you would be aware. That is something which happens here. If you die, the Storyteller will bring you back to life in their temple. But there is always some cost to it - a temporary one, but still.

[barberian]

(THIS IS BRAND NEW INFORMATION)

No, I wasn't aware. But I don't intent to... to die, any time soon.

(It's nice to know that there is a fail safe in place, though? Honestly, Yasha had never considered the possibility of dying here.)

How did you die? (is that a personal question or)

[journalname]

It was in the trials.

[That seems like a good enough explanation without getting into details.]

[barberian]

(It is a very good explanation. Yasha pauses for a moment, then decides to steer the conversation away from that particular subject. She does not want to talk about the trials at all.)

Are... there consequences for dying too many times?

[journalname]

I am not sure. I have only done it twice thus far. [Not technically true, but the first one wasn't here so it isn't relevant.] I have not asked around to see how often it happens for others.

[barberian]

You should probably try to stop at two.

(It's supposed to be a joke, but she says it so plainly.)

[journalname]

...that would be ideal, yes.

[It's fair!]

[barberian]

If you ever need help in a fight, you could call me. I am good to have around in a fight.

(Also she hasn't had the opportunity to punch anything in quite a while and it's starting to drag on her.)

[journalname]

Oh! I shall certainly keep that in mind, thank you.

[Not that Asgore's problem has ever really been a lack of combat skills. If anything, it's more that he doesn't use them.]