Virara peered at the woman's plans as if invited, which she most certainly was not. A carbon fiber-reinforced glass cutting board? Something about the idea seemed to make sense. Still it was excessive. She'd heard of swordsmen who deliberately dulled their blades slightly, such that they would not cut overly deeply into their foe and be impossible to extract. Though a cut of meat was nothing so extreme, it would be unfortunate if the knife was so excessively sharp as to be hard to store without excessive wear. To say nothing of a knife so sharp it could cleave cutting boards. What meat, or even what bone, was hard enough to necessitate a blade of that caliber? Did the woman plan on cutting adamantoise shell and serving broth in it? The possibilities were endless. Delicious too. Virara narrowed her eye at the woman, imagining the bizarre culinary experiments broiling within her head, but the girl's excessively dour resting face gave it all the atmosphere of a death glare. It was the kind of look Leanne surely would scold her for. Unfortunately, the Hat Lady wasn't there. Had Virara seen her reflection, she almost certainly would have averted her eye to avoid causing discomfort.
"A knife this sharp. What use would you have for it? A bone could be cut with one only half as effective."Â
Virara shook her head at Chachanji in quiet disapproval. Dark hair bobbed about her shoulders. Her red eye narrowed and grew dull as she lowered her chin, expression downcast.
"... If it were a sword for self-defense against beasts. Would that be unacceptable?"
Eorzea was positively choking with dangerous fauna. That was, after all, no small part of the reason why Virara was even there. The other parts were likely the reputation of the pugilists near the Platinum Mirage in U'ldah and her Master's need for amusement. In a place like this, one raised with a connection to her arts could survive reasonably well enough even without weapons. The same could not likely be said for the common folk.
In any case Virara wasn't one who well understood the need for cooking tools to begin with. Her earliest lessons involved nothing more than an iron cook pot, a bag of rice and her bare hands. She cooked stew and boiled rice over an open fire, the ingredients pulled apart or mashed; a messy, crude display, but one only for herself and the shady woman in the corner of a one room longhouse. While it was true she availed herself of kitchens whenever necessary since coming to Eorzea, the last time Virara regularly cooked, she had needed to commission a full set of replacements from the company craftswoman. It was only due to the lady's skill that they remained usable after Virara's tender care. Virara often wondered what had happened to Aunt Jajara after she'd left that place. Likely, she had already forgotten her. For the best, Virara imagined.
"... Chagenji. Does she seem suspicious, unsafe to sell to? She is not... is she?" Virara turned her gaze to Yheli with a cold look. There was an air of protective wariness in how she regarded the woman. Like she didn't want the boy's naivete abused. But in truth, Virara was probably just hungry.
"A knife this sharp. What use would you have for it? A bone could be cut with one only half as effective."Â
Virara shook her head at Chachanji in quiet disapproval. Dark hair bobbed about her shoulders. Her red eye narrowed and grew dull as she lowered her chin, expression downcast.
"... If it were a sword for self-defense against beasts. Would that be unacceptable?"
Eorzea was positively choking with dangerous fauna. That was, after all, no small part of the reason why Virara was even there. The other parts were likely the reputation of the pugilists near the Platinum Mirage in U'ldah and her Master's need for amusement. In a place like this, one raised with a connection to her arts could survive reasonably well enough even without weapons. The same could not likely be said for the common folk.
In any case Virara wasn't one who well understood the need for cooking tools to begin with. Her earliest lessons involved nothing more than an iron cook pot, a bag of rice and her bare hands. She cooked stew and boiled rice over an open fire, the ingredients pulled apart or mashed; a messy, crude display, but one only for herself and the shady woman in the corner of a one room longhouse. While it was true she availed herself of kitchens whenever necessary since coming to Eorzea, the last time Virara regularly cooked, she had needed to commission a full set of replacements from the company craftswoman. It was only due to the lady's skill that they remained usable after Virara's tender care. Virara often wondered what had happened to Aunt Jajara after she'd left that place. Likely, she had already forgotten her. For the best, Virara imagined.
"... Chagenji. Does she seem suspicious, unsafe to sell to? She is not... is she?" Virara turned her gaze to Yheli with a cold look. There was an air of protective wariness in how she regarded the woman. Like she didn't want the boy's naivete abused. But in truth, Virara was probably just hungry.
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AV by Kura-Ou
Wiki (Last updated 01/16)
My Balmung profile.