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]

(She's not very tall but she's long, huh? When Yasha realises what she's going for she stoops a little, but it's not needed: Ren's hands descend gently onto her shoulders and squeeze before she releases her. Yasha stares.)

Okay.

(Ren thinks she is a friend? She didn't know that.)

Um... (she pauses, thinking for a moment. Then, she shrugs her shoulder.) Thank you. You're my friend, too.

[catpiper]

[You know what friends do, Yasha? They help each other garden, even though Ren's only contribution to this is likely gonna be soil.

And that little confirmation You're my friend, too is enough to make her already present smile a little wider and cause her to happily spin on her heel, turning towards the path that'll lead them to their Dirt Reward.

Look, she's even gonna be a radio while they travel along. The elves have to suffer with this daily and now it's her turn. Yasha's pretty hair and Tall, tall, tall and Dope dirt treasure are gonna be the themes of this adventure. Enjoy and try to lose her in the forest, friend. This isn't the guide she needed, but at the very least Ren'll stick with her until they find it.]