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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[barberian]

Everybody can be warm, and safe.

(She mumbles that bit, a little half-heartedly. There's a sigh, then:)

If I go into the jungle to gather dirt, will you come with me?

[devilstongue]

Not quite like you.

[ There's a slight shift, and Molly sounds like he's getting up from his position. ]

You could tell me you're going to count sand and I'd go with you, I'm getting stir-crazy.

[ It's not easy to relax when weird shit happens all the time, so instead he feels permanently wound up. Taking your mind off it by looking for dirt is no new and exciting experience like his usual stress-releases are, but it beats joining Nott in the depressing ride of even deeper alcoholism. ]

[barberian]

(Yasha's going to concede the point because it really just sounds like Molly doing what he does, which is endlessly praising her. She doesn't mind being warm and safe to him.

She smiles slightly as she hears him standing up.)

Hmm. It's true that I haven't been walking you lately. We could make a day of it.

[devilstongue]

[ Let Molly love you, Yasha. ]

Now we're talking! Pack some food, get out in the jungle on a quest? Goodness, it sounds like old times already!

...well, less explosions, but we'll manage without.

[barberian]

I would prefer no explosions, actually. I just want enough to be able to plant something, by our house. I want to have a garden.

(She's thought about having a garden before. Yasha is sure that she'd like the work, would enjoy planting and weeding and watering, but she moves around too much for one to be a reality. If they're going to be stuck here, she's going to make the most of the time.)

[devilstongue]

A garden, huh? That sounds nice.

[ Nice, but it also worries him that they'll become complacent here. Keep on surviving and building and not finding a way home. ]

[barberian]

(Okay, but she knows him.)

I'm not going to stop trying to leave, (she says, after a beat.) There are so many hours in the day, Molly, I– want to try something I can't do at home.

[devilstongue]

[ She sure does, and he loves her for it even when she calls him out. ]

...you're right. That's fair.

[ He pauses for a moment. ]

Think we can find some snapdragons?

[barberian]

Yes.

(In fact, she will keep an eye out, now that he's asked.)

... I suppose after I get the dirt I do have to find somewhere to get plants.

[devilstongue]

I've seen some lovely flowers around. I'll pick a few for you.

[ ...and the seeds, somehow. ]

[barberian]

Thank you, Molly.

(She's touched by that, just as she always is whenever he brings her something to put in her book.)

I... want to make something beautiful, for her. (It could be like a monument of sorts; a living grave marker that her Zuala never got.)

[devilstongue]

That sounds wonderful, Yasha.

[ There's always a little bit of an ache in his heart to hear her talk about Zuala. She's lost so much, his kind angel.

He only hopes the Mighty Nein can fill some of that. ]

I'm sure she'd love it.

[ Because she loved Yasha. ]

[barberian]

I hope so.

(Zuala was in the same boat as her, having never seen such beautiful flowers, but Yasha is sure that she would have liked them just as much. For one thing, she certainly liked anything that made Yasha happy, so...)

I'm excited, to get started.

[devilstongue]

Then let's get going! No time like the present.

[barberian]

Okay. I will meet you somewhere?

(She's starting to realise that she's going to need some way to transport all of the dirt she would like.)

Bring a... sack.

[devilstongue]

A sack? I could find a sack.

[ Maybe. Or he'll just tie a blanket together. ]

[barberian]

Perfect. (Blankets are good too.)

You're the best.

[devilstongue]

Of course I am. You have good taste in friends.

[ You can hear the wink. ]

[barberian]

So I've been told.

(She cannot do winks as well, or as jauntily, but she is attempting one on the end nevertheless.)

See you soon.