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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[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.