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stones of farspeech (12 jan)
(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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... 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:)
You can reply to this message.
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(There is a long, uncomfortable pause. Sometimes Yasha just doesn't know how to make words come out of her mouth any good, and this is one of those times? She's so embarrassed.)
Um... thank you, for your help. Good bye.
(and she clicks the stone off and puts her face into her hands)
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Yes, absolutely, you too, mhmm.
[And then he just tosses his stone across the elf camp tent and into his and Taako's bed. Done. Finished. He will deal with that later or, uh, never maybe!
Fantastic.]