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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[catpiper]

[Finally, her true calling. A handful is a lot right?? Probably. She could scoop up a batch and carry it over.]

I'll put it in pockets and bring some to you.

[barberian]

(Ren with her pockets again huh.)

It might be easier to show me where it is. Otherwise your pockets will get dirty.

[journalname]

[oh shit, something he actually knows about]

There may be some in the greenhouses on Nuidan that isn't being used. Do you know where those are?

[barberian]

No. (But she has probably seen them and simply passed them by, because:)

What is a greenhouse?

[journalname]

They are large glass buildings used for growing plants. There are two of them there. on the western side of the island.

[barberian]

Why would you grow plants inside of a glass building?

(Seems unwise. Even so, she'll go and have a look.)

Whereabouts to the west might I find them? Who owns the houses?

[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.

[catpiper]

[Dirty is a way of life, Yasha. Don't ruin playtime. Just as she's about to protest, the offer makes her perk right back up.]

Okay, I'll come find you! We'll go together.

[barberian]

(She isn't ruining it!! Just redirecting it away from any and all pockets.)

Alright. I live on Ensō, should I come to meet you half-way...?

[catpiper]

We live on Enso too. I can find you.

[Except, there's one slight problem? With that?]

Where are you?

[postictal]

You could always request it from the Storyteller, if you need it for...you know, gardening.

[This is actually not the strangest thing he's heard about someone looking for. Shockingly.]

...is that what you need it for?

[barberian]

(A slight pause.)

... That is what I said in my original message, yes.

Though I didn't know I could ask the Storyteller for dirt.

[barberian]

On the islets, in a house.

(It's... hard to describe the location more succinctly than that!)

Where are you?

[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?

[postictal]

Pays to double-check around here.

You can ask them for pretty much anything. There's dirt around, further in the jungle, but if you ask them for it you'd better find some way to move it on your own.

[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.]

[devilstongue]

We could always use all the dirt we're covered in.

[barberian]

What, the Storyteller doesn't do delivery?

(She's making a joke... but her tone remains as impassive as always. Classic Yasha.)

Where can I find the jungle?

[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.

[postictal]

It's on the mainland. I mean, once you're off the beach, it's...

[There's a pause, perhaps one in which his frown is audible.]

How much of this place have you explored?

[catpiper]

By two trees.

[A pause.]

And purple flowers.

[Amazing.]

[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]

Says you. I took a bath this morning.

[devilstongue]

Reason why everyone wants to use you for a pillow.

[barberian]

I am– hard, I think. Why does everybody think I am a good pillow?

(she doesn't get it)