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Barengar Armsbreaker glances down and toward his right, giving Chachanji a firm nod, followed by a low grunt in greeting.
Chachanji Gegenji fiddles with something in his pocket, looking rather awkward.
Chachanji Gegenji turns his attentions back to his slip of paper, running a gloved finger along the notes he has scribbled there in his normal messy handwriting.
Jana Ridah peers down at the studious lalafell, poking her nose into others' business as usual. "What are you reading, Ser Chachanji...?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "H-huh? O-oh. Um... I jus'... uh... wrote down some notes 'n advice fer me... thing. Th' talky thing. Fer th' pilly grammage."
Barengar Armsbreaker turns his head slightly and glances down, over the shoulder of Chachanji at the parchment he was holding with a slightly quirked brow.
Jana Ridah: Oh, you'll be giving a speech? I wish you luck then.
Chachanji Gegenji: "U-um, y-yeah. Ms. Jancis thought I'd be good fer it... I jus'... hope I is, y'know?"
Jana Ridah pauses or a moment before speaking again. "I thought my sister might be here, her being all... Craft-y. Not sure if I'm happy she isn't or not."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ya made it, Mr. Franz! Haldo!"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I didn't know ya had a sister, Ms. Jana."
Franz Renatus smiles. "I did. I'm looking forwards to listening."
Barengar Armsbreaker glances away from Chachanji and toward Franz, giving the man a firm nod in greeting.
Franz Renatus nods a little in greeting.
Jana Ridah: She stays in Gridania, I avoid Gridania.... Though not because of her. Still, means we don't see each other.
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh. Hm. W-well, maybe she'll show up!"
Jana Ridah: Perhaps. We'll see.
Jancis Milburga: "Welcome Pilgrims! I am beyond honored to welcome you here on behalf of all those who follow the Builder."
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, we're headin' out soon."
Chachanji Gegenji gives his notes one last nervous lookover before stuffing them into one of his pouches.
Chachanji Gegenji timidly approaches as the pilgrims turn their attentions on each other. "S-so... we should draw somethin' here then?"
Jancis Milburga beckons others over and offers Chachanji a brush. "Yes. Whatever you wish. Shall be hung up proudly later on and travel the cities."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... I see. Hm."
Chachanji Gegenji takes the brush and looks at the canvas, finally drawing what is likely supposed to be a shield of some sort in the bottom right corner. It was about the highest he could reach.
Chachanji Gegenji: "I... I wonder how many folkses are gonna draw somethin' on th' canvas..."
Lilia Lia: "Sir Doman."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, h-haldo."
Chachanji Gegenji bows awkwardly.
Lilia Lia: "Please accept my sincere welcome to Eorzea. Â Your generous words for our dear Builder were truly heartfelt, innocent though they were."
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well... a-as I said, I think Byregot... y'know... would best 'get' me, y'know?"
Lilia Lia: "Would?"
Chachanji Gegenji looks up and away, scratching at his floofy mass as he does so.
Lilia Lia: "Assuredly, sir. Â He does."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-is my lil' shield good enuff, Ms. Jancis?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I'm better at makin' a shield than drawin' one..."
Jancis Milburga looks at Chachanji curiously and looks over where he's mentioning. "It is better than good enough. Think Byregot has better sight than us alone."
Cliodhna Eoghan Notices the small figure behind her. "Chachanji, I told you there was nothing to worry about; you did great!"
Jana Ridah: ...Ser Chanchanji.
Jana Ridah: -Ah, I was... Going to say the same thing.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Y-ya think so?" He glances back at Jana, then returns those violet orbs to Clio. "I-I felt like I was gonna fall 'part th' whole time..."
Cliodhna Eoghan Grins at Jana. "All the more reason to say it, " Smiles. "You were wonderful."
Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his floofy mass of green hair. "I-If'n ya say so..."
Jana Ridah: I do say so.
Cliodhna Eoghan "I do....What are you going to paint on the canvas?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, I already drew somethin'." He motions to the blob in the bottom right corner. "I-it's 'sposta be a shield." Which it... kinda does, if you squint a bit.
Jana Ridah: I' not a maker of things but it looks enough like a shield.
Cliodhna Eoghan "Oh, I hadn't looked yet so I didn't know. " Chuckles lightly. "I"m sure it looks fine....I'm not sure what to add to be honest."
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I wanna make things ta protect people s-so... a shield seemed ta make sense, y'know?"
Jana Ridah: I think I ought not to add to it. I don't make things, not like how Sers Chachanji and Otto describe it.
Jana Ridah: It'd kinda... Take away frome veryone else.
Chachanji Gegenji: "B-but it's... y'know... it's jus' 'bout makin' things fer other people. Ta me, anyroad."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ya never made nothin' fer someone?"
Jana Ridah: Not since I was a child.
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh. What did ya make back then?"
Cliodhna Eoghan: I think it's open enough to be a bit more abstract with the term "creating" Jana.....For example if you have a relationship or problem you'd like to work on? Or just something you'd like to work at to improve or change in your life...That was the understanding I had anyway.
Jana Ridah replies to Chachanji first, before turning to Clio. "I made leather strips. And, um... The only things I want to make are amends, I think."
Cliodhna Eoghan Turns at the voice. "Hello Koporo, how are you doing?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "U-um, ya could draw that, then?"
Jana Ridah: How do I draw amends?
Chachanji Gegenji: "N-no no, th' leather straps."
Jana Ridah: That was so long ago... I could hardly count it as something I really made for others. But I'll try something.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, leather straps are made ta bind things tagether. 'n extras are made ta mend broken ones."
Chachanji Gegenji: "So it could mean makin' amends too, right?"
Cliodhna Eoghan: Hmm....Perhaps draw something that could be as a symbol in reference to that person you wish to make amends to? I don't think it's something that needs to be glarling obvious to everyone when they look at it; little mystery is good now and then, Jana.
Jana Ridah: Well... I was just skinning animals, didn't think about it like that...
Jana Ridah: I think I know what to draw.
Jana Ridah: I'll try it now, then...
Chachanji Gegenji: "Akay, happy... um... drawin'!"
Jana Ridah picks a small corner and randomly grabs a blue brush, drawing a circle with a stick coming out of it.
Jana Ridah: I drew a round knife.
Chachanji Gegenji: "R-round knife...? OH. Fer skinnin'?"
Jana Ridah seems oddly satisfied with herself.
Jana Ridah: Yes.
Angora Khilo frowns. "I see. She told me she was leaving, but not to where. I'd hoped she'd possibly stopped by the Rose between then and now. It is possible that her friend Lho'a might know...or possibly Ms. Jana. But knowing Eva, she probably told no one and disappeared as she does."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Well there ya go, then."
Jana Ridah looks around, thinking she heard her name somewhere.
Jana Ridah: -Hey wait, does mending a person count?
Chachanji Gegenji: "M-mending a person?"
Jana Ridah 's voice slowly gets more excited. "Like fixing a person who was borken- I mean, hurt?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "U-um... I... I guess? I did mention makin' potions ta halp people in me talk, right?" He seems unsure of his own speech. "I-I guess other healin' would hafta count tooo..."
Jana Ridah: I'm going to draw more.
Jana Ridah quickly scrawls a curvy line on the opposite corner of her round knife. "...Ritual dagger."
John Waterstrike moving away he comes over to where Chachanji. Â "That was a wonder speech you gave, Sir Chachanji."
Chachanji Gegenji sees John Waterstrike and blushes with embarrassment.
Chachanji Gegenji: "S-so peoples are sayin'... I'm still not sure. Felt like I was gonna screw up somethin' th' whole time..."
John Waterstrike gives a small smile before holding up the camera. Â "Though I fear I miss getting a picture of you during it."
Chachanji Gegenji: "P-picture? Um... w-well, maybe it's fer th' best..."
John Waterstrike blinks and lets the camera hang from the strap at his side. Â "Ah...I guess you're probably right, Sir Chachanji."
John Waterstrike bows to Chachanji. Â "I need to speak to Lady Jancis."
Jana Ridah bluntly interrupts the lalafell and miqo'te. "You, wannabe-healer."
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, a'course. Dun let me hold ya up--" He glances at Jana. "H-hey, no need ta be rude."
Jana Ridah: I wasn't being rude, I was getting his attention...
Chachanji Gegenji: "Y-ya could refer ta 'im by name..." he murmurs as Jana hustles after Koporo.
Oscare Iono: "I only just got here. I missed the preformances, it seems..."
Oscare Iono: "It saddens me a little, Byregot's my deity. I was interested in what others had to say."
Franz Renatus turns back to Oscare for a moment. "You missed out. They were enjoyable."
Oscare Iono: "Unfortunate."
Franz Renatus: "I'm certain Chachanji would be happy to share his again."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I'd be happy ta do what?"
Chachanji Gegenji meanders over at the mention of his name.
Franz Renatus grins. "Oscare over here missed your words. Was telling him they were enjoyable."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Th-they weren't that great..."
Chachanji Gegenji fidgets.
Kepolo Kana: "EEP!"
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-is somethin' wrong?"
Chachanji Gegenji cants his head at Kepolo Kana. She gave no response after that yelp... so he timidly lets it lie, letting his eyes wander over the rest of the crowd.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Halp Mr. Val wit what?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ya don't see good, Mr. Val?" He cants his head. "D-do ya have glasses? Go-nii hasta wear glasses."
Chachanji Gegenji cants his head the other way, like a puppy that has heard an odd sound. "Darken?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh. OH. Hm. Um... have ya... tried, like, somethin' like a smith's visor or goggles? A lotta 'em are dark 'n smokey ta cut down th' glare from white-hot metal..."
Chachanji Gegenji scratches idly at a cheek. "Me eyes halp cut down on it... but I see lotsa non-Dunesfolk usin' 'em."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, well... it might be an idea. If'n yer interested..."
J'azhar Tia: "Ah, beg pardon," J'azhar says right on cue, as though invited by mention of Val's hearing. "I do not interrupt?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Haldo, Mr. J'az."
Chachanji Gegenji: "We were jus' talkin' 'bout glasses 'n stuff."
J'azhar Tia: "Chachanji," J'azhar says, resplendent beneath the only-slightly-lopsided sun daubed upon his forehead. "I had wished to congratulate you very much upon your - er, words, your speech. I very much enjoyed it, found it very much - after my own way of thinking."
Chachanji Gegenji flushes a little in embarrassment. "I-it wasn't much... I was jus' told ta talk 'bout... what I like 'bout what I do... by Mr. Aioux. S-so I did..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I jus' said how I feel, is all... that there's... somethin' nice 'bout makin' somethin' fer someone..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "'specially if'n it's a frand or family."
Valentinoix Thibault ponders on the thought for a moment.
J'azhar Tia: "I find that - very much I am in agreement. To make or to cook for others is..." J'azhar trails off, not entirely certain that he can find the words, but then waves his fingers at Chachanji. His yellow, paint-smeared fingers. "I had hoped that you might perhaps allow for me to...? And you also, Val? And - er. ...Friend whom I have not yet met."
Valentinoix Thibault: I do enjoy cooking, aye.
Chachanji Gegenji shrinks back a bit at the paint-covered fingers. "T-ta do what?"
J'azhar Tia: "To paint," J'azhar says, gesturing at the sun and the stripes painted upon his own face in bold, cheerful yellow. "A canvas, yes?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "Th-th' canvas is over there, Mr. J'az..." He motions worriedly to said canvas up on the rock.
Valentinoix Thibault: Is it common practice to use onseself as a canvas?
Edda Eglantine hums appraisingly, before turning to leave without a word. As she makes her way down from the rock formation, she trips and falls flat on her ass. It will bruise. She manages to hobble to her feet after, and brushes herself off.
Edda Eglantine: "..."
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "M-Miss Edda, are you alright?"
J'azhar Tia: "Yes, yes," J'azhar says, waving one hand airily. "That I have already made my mark upon. But then also upon Aioux," he gestures at his mouth, "for his kind way of speaking, and Miss Jancis," he points to his temple, "for her kind way of thinking. It is - I do not know as who should say common; it is from time to time the custom in my tribe. To show meaning. For oneself or for others."
Edda Eglantine glares very sharply at Chuchukepa for a second before smiling. "Y-yes...?"
Chuchukepa Hohokepa takes an involuntary step back. "O-oh..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-are ya akay? Th-that was quite th' spill there..."
Valentinoix Thibault: An intriguing custom. What do thy markings symbolize?
Edda Eglantine laughs nervously. "Oh, it was nothing, ahm... Th-thank you. Nothing at all." She coughs nervously, playing it off as it never happened. She takes another step down, stumbles, but catches herself. Her face is an attractive shade of red.
Chachanji Gegenji: "C-careful..." he offers timidly.
Edda Eglantine: "I- I am fine!" Edda insists.
Chachanji Gegenji: "R-right..."
J'azhar Tia: "Ah - well, these in truth were done without quite so much thought. But I suppose that - how shall I say it. I have a wish to carry the sun with me; Azeyma, the mother. The things which to me she signifies. These are the things for which I seek, I build. Just so."
Edda Eglantine heaves a sigh. This always happens. She pouts at the ground and shuffles awkwardly. Her butt hurts.
Chuchukepa Hohokepa casts a dubious glance at the graceful Miss Eglantine behind J'azhar, before returning his thoughtful gaze to the Seeker.
Edda Eglantine: "O-oh, Ser Chachanji. Your speech earlier was quite uplifting."
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, u-um... y-ya think so?" He rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. Despite all the people saying they liked it, he still wasn't certain himself and it showed.
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I... I'm not trying to be rude," He frowns, wringing his hands together. "B-but you believe that by way of painting your face... you're... you're invoking the gods?"
J'azhar Tia: "No," J'azhar says simply. "It is only - an expression. A gesture. Not so different from painting," he points behind him, "upon the canvas there."
Edda Eglantine nods. "Yes, I think it is what all crafters should aspire to. Using their trade for the purpose of helping others... it is touching. Would I were more capable of doing so..." she trails off.
Chuchukepa Hohokepa sighs in relief. Perhaps this one was only a different sort of eccentric.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, a-as long as yer tryin'... I dun think there's nothin' wrong with that..."
Edda Eglantine smiles. "I am not sure what I make, and what you create, could be compared in such a way. Your craft comes from your heart, and that is admirable."
J'azhar Tia: "I am glad at the very least that you think so," J'azhar says equably, before looking back and forth between Val and Chachanji for their verdict.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, what do ya make, Ms. Edda?"
Chachanji Gegenji cants his head, trying to look at least a little reassuring.
J'azhar Tia: "...A shame that Tausenadel had so swiftly taken his leave. I should have liked to do for him - " he makes a swirling sort of gesture near his forehead. Horns. "Hardy and strong and protective; like a father."
Edda Eglantine: "Only..." She sighs. "Only things that are meant for one purpose. It is an art, it is a craft, and it is difficult. But it does not come from my heart."
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh..." He seems thoughtful for a moment, a faint memory tugging at his mind. "W-wait... didn't ya play music at Coralhaus once? On th' pianer? O-or is that what yer talkin' 'bout?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... yer like Papa then..." He frowns a little. "S-still, that's still somethin' ya make... 'n people use, right?"
Chachanji Gegenji: "They'd be witout clothes if'n ya didn't make 'em, right?"
Oscare Iono: "Hiya, Chachanji."
Edda Eglantine shakes her head. "Oh, heavens no. They would only be without that particular set of clothes. The demand is high, but the people who buy them are quite capable of seeking clothes elsewhere. They fill a niche, not a necessity."
J'azhar Tia: "Ah - just so." J'azhar deflates a little, looking between the three again - Val, Chachanji who is otherwise occupied, and Chuchukepa, who seems... less than enthused by the prospect. "Well, certainly; it is no matter. I am glad even so to have seen you here, Valentinoix - and to have made also your acquaintance, Chuch-" he stumbles over the name a little. "Chuchukepa."
Chachanji Gegenji: "'n I wouldn't this-count makin' music, neither. I mean... that's makin' somethin' special too... fer people ta listen ta 'n enjoy. That's somethin', y'know..." He turns his head up to see Oscare. "A-ah, haldo Mr. Oscare."
Oscare Iono: "Who's your gal friend here?"
Edda Eglantine looks up with a blank look at the homeless looking fellow.
Chachanji Gegenji: "This is Ms. Edda. She's part'a me Free Company. We was talkin' 'bout th' stuff she makes. Nice clothes ta make peoples look nice... 'n pretty music."
Oscare Iono: "Hello there, Edda."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ms. Edda, this is Mr. Oscare. I... um... I dunno what he does. He does a really nice Morbol impression, though."
J'azhar Tia 's ears fold downward in faint embarrassment, and he corrects, "J'azhar. And - just so, Valentinoix. There is of course I am certain you know the - 'picnic' in some few days; no doubt of course we shall share in the labour of preparing the food, and that a particular manner of sharing which is very - good. Very well indeed."
Edda Eglantine gives the man a small nod. "Hello, Oscare. It is good to meet you." She too, cannot tell what it is he does based on his choice of clothing.
Oscare Iono: "I'm a hunter and an engineer to quench curiosity. I'm also an off-time mercenary."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Yer an engy-near, Mr. Oscare? Like Ms. Clio?"
Edda Eglantine: "That is quite a wide array of skills."
Oscare Iono: "Something like that."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Have ya built any airships?"
Oscare Iono offers a stern nod. "You're a musician too?"
Edda Eglantine: "I perform, yes."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I've only seen 'er play th' pianer once. It was really pretty, though. I know I can't do nothin' like that."
Oscare Iono: "That's something we have in common. I like to play and dance as well."
Edda Eglantine purses her lips. "Is that so? I would be interested in seeing that sometime, then." She gives Chachan a gracious smile. "I am sure you could, with practice."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I dunno. I did that one musical thing fer findin' Mr. Chuch's Mama... where I used me hammers 'n ingots like drums... got told it was real bad, though..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I... I did me best though..."
Edda Eglantine: "My, I thought it was rather creative. Moreso than most there, I think."
Chachanji Gegenji pinkens. "O-oh, right. Ya were there fer that, weren't ya..."
Edda Eglantine pauses, her lips set in a thin line. "I was... yes." It was not a fond memory.
Chachanji Gegenji suddenly giggles. "Th-that's right, ya really got on those mean ol' judges too, didn't ya?"
J'azhar Tia: "As I would be most glad also to learn of yours, and to share in them," J'azhar blurts, with a slightly socially-awkward amount of sincerity. The embarrassment, however, is beginning to weigh upon him a little - and so after a moment, glancing back and forth between the pair, he ducks into a brisk bow.
Edda Eglantine flushes. "I-I was not mean. I merely gave them the venom they touted towards other company members so freely."
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, no no no. I wasn't sayin' YA were mean. I was sayin' THEY were bein' mean."
Chachanji Gegenji makes vague hand gestures to emphasize the point.
J'azhar Tia: "In any case," he says. "My apologies - my very many apologies indeed for the intrusion, and I shall forbear upon you no longer, yes? Valentinoix - and Chuchukepa, whom I am very glad to have met; most glad to have made your acquaintance. Just so."
Edda Eglantine flushes even more. "Hmph. W-well... They were, were they not? Awful little creatures."
Chachanji Gegenji: "It was like Ser Crofte. Knowin' jus' what ta say ta put 'em in their place."
Valentinoix Thibault: Nay, nary a trouble, no intrusion whatsoever.
Edda Eglantine tilts her head at the comparison. Was Ser Crofte like that?
Chachanji Gegenji pokes his fingers into each other. "I... uh... thought it was kinda cool..."
Oscare Iono lifts his hands up to his ear. "Oh, someone needs me. Have a nice evening, folks."
Edda Eglantine: "Take care."
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, right. Bye, Mr. Oscare."
Chachanji Gegenji makes a sideways glance towards Edda. "I... uh... I ain't too bright. But... in th' books, th' hero always knows jus' what ta say... usually somethin' really cool 'n witty so... um...."
Chachanji Gegenji: "I really respect folkses that can do that..."
Valentinoix Thibault: A curious one he is, aye.
Edda Eglantine turns back to Chachanji. She smiles. "I am no hero, but thank you, Ser Chachanji. If you were at all inclined to learn a musical instrument, feel free to seek me out at any time."
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, akay. I'll keep that in mind." He gives a timid smile in return and nods.
Edda Eglantine: "Very good. I know many, so do not hold back for my - or anyone else's - sake." She looks to the sky, her expression sobering. "I should be heading back home for a spell. Perhaps I will see you there sometime."
Chachanji Gegenji: "S-sure thing. I'm... usually at me forge, if'n ya need ME fer anythin'..."
Chachanji Gegenji taps at his ear. "'n there's always th' pearl, right?" Another timid smile.
Edda Eglantine smiles back in her own timid way. "Y-yes, that is right. I will be sure to seek you out, then. Do take care, Ser Chachanji."
Edda Eglantine gives him a small bow.
Chachanji Gegenji: "You too, Ms. Edda. Safe journeys home."
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, um... s-sorry 'bout that." He returns his attentions to Val and Chuch. "I... wanted ta make sure she was akay after that fall..."
Valentinoix Thibault: Nay, no reason for apologies.
Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap now the crowd hath thinned, I may partake in this painting.
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, I see ya escaped... unpainted too, Mr. Val."
Chuchukepa Hohokepa: "I-I think I've had enough of the Shroud this day, myself... I'll see you both soon, I hope."
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, um... a'course, Mr. Chuch. Safe trip."
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, travel thee well.
Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap a small attempt at painting afore leaving. I do dislike the Woods.
Chachanji Gegenji gives a small nod. "I-if'n ya wanna. It's right up there." He makes a general motion with his hand, which pauses as he remembers the talk earlier of Val's limited sight. "Um... I can show ya if'n ya'd like..."
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, 'twould be appreciated
Valentinoix Thibault can see the shift in motion. He knows what it means
Chachanji Gegenji takes one of the brushes and offers it up to Val.
Valentinoix Thibault takes the brush, pondering what to paint. Maybe that flower over there by the lake.
Chachanji Gegenji stands next to the canvas, hoping his yellow clothing is a clear enough marker for the Duskwight.
Valentinoix Thibault studies the mess of colors. It seems like a jumble, but it's bright enough to see. He dips the brush into paint and paints a few yellow strokes, making a similar shape to the large fuzzy yellow flowers in the area.
Valentinoix Thibault dabs the brush in some green and paints a kind of line. "A flower. Mayhap." It looks like a flower to him.
Barengar Armsbreaker flicks his gaze toward Chachanji and the elezen in his company, watching curiously as the latter left his mark upon the piece.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I tried ta draw a shield over in th' corner."
Valentinoix Thibault looks back at the painting. "Hither, aye?" he points at a shape that looks like a shield.
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, yeah. That's th' one."
Valentinoix Thibault: 'tis recognizeable, the proper shape for a sturdy shield.
Chachanji Gegenji gives a timid smile. "I-I hope so."
Valentinoix Thibault: Certainly appopriate for the theme. Mayhap a flower was not so, yet they are native hither.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I'm sure it's fine..."
Valentinoix Thibault: They do surround the mark. Mayhap the thought shall properly count.
Chachanji Gegenji: "I-I would think so, yeah."
Valentinoix Thibault: They are easy to see.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Do ya like flowers, Mr. Val?"
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, they are colorful and some are edible.
Chachanji Gegenji: "... Edible flowers?"
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, verily so. The dandelions are quite delicious if not slightly bitter.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Y-ya can eat those? I jus' thought ya could blow on 'em when they're white 'n puffy ta send th' little puffs ev'rywhere..."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Didn't know that..."
Valentinoix Thibault: There are quite a few edible flowers, yet most are simply pleasing to see.
Chachanji Gegenji: "I think I'd be happy 'nuff eatin' all th' nice foods we got at Coralhaus, meself..."
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, the food yonder is quite savory, howbeit I do oft miss foods not found locally.
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, yeah, I 'spose. I miss Mama's cookin' now 'n again."
Valentinoix Thibault: Yet, with what ingredients are available within the markets, I can cook foods more traditional to my clan.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Like those yarzhon legs ya like?"
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye. They are simple to cook as well.,
Chachanji Gegenji: "M-maybe I'll give 'm a try next time ya make 'em... c-can't hurt, right?" He still looks a bit worried at the idea, knowing what the creatures look like.
Valentinoix Thibault: I shall be cooking them for the picnic. Mayhap thou might find them pleasing.
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, right. There's a picnic comin' up, ain't there?"
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, in a few suns.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Mmmn. Will hafta make sure ta attend that a'fore we leave, I 'spose..."
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye, I do hope thou can attend.
Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, I dun think Virara's in any particular rush... 'n I think she'd like ta attend th' picnic too."
Valentinoix Thibault: 'twould be pleasant to relax before travels. Tense she did seem the night afore.
Chachanji Gegenji: "She's... havin' trouble wit 'er trainin'... like I am wit mine. So, we're hopin' this trip halps us both."
Valentinoix Thibault: Ah, I do hope such a trip doth help.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Me too. I want ta get better at me smithin'... so I can do all th' stuff I talked 'bout taday."
Valentinoix Thibault: With practice I believe thou shalt do so. Mayhap I shall request of thee to sharpen my blades in the future.
Chachanji Gegenji: "O-oh, um. Sure. I can do that, yeah. Jus'... lemme know. Or jus' bring th' blades 'round."
Valentinoix Thibault: I shall be certain to do so. Dost thou mayhap sharpen pickaxes as well?
Chachanji Gegenji: "U-um... never done it a'fore but... I could try?"
Valentinoix Thibault: 'twould be appreciated if thou desirest to practice with such.
Chachanji Gegenji scratches at his cheek with a gloved finger. "Sure thing."
Valentinoix Thibault: My gratitude. I would prefer to bring such to a friend than a stranger who doth tend to stare.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, I like ta halp. 'n I always want ta do more for th' folkses at Coralhaus."
Valentinoix Thibault: If thou requirest ore, hesitate not to request such. I do mine during the night bells.
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, yeah, ya mentioned that. I'm tryin' some'a th' more... difficult ta handle ores as'a late."
Chachanji Gegenji: "Titanium 'n such."
Valentinoix Thibault: I know not of where to find such.
Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah, dun worry yerself on that. I can still use th' other ores too. Iron is used in workin' titanium anyroad."
Chachanji Gegenji: "'n adamantite uses darkiron."
Chachanji Gegenji: "They're more... alloys than straight metals, y'know?"
Valentinoix Thibault: 'twould be quite the adventure to discover new locations to mine. Certainly would be quite helpful to find such alloys.
Chachanji Gegenji: "I dunno if'n ya can FIND natural alloys... but it'd be kinda neat if'n ya could. Save me a lotta work."
Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap an inquiry at the miner's guild might shed light upon the notion.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Mn. Maybe." He looks quite thoughtful for a moment. "Oh! 'n swing by me room when ya have a chance. I think I got a pair'a smithin' goggles ya can try - might be too small fer ya, but ya can peer through th' lens 'n see if'n it helps wit yer sight any."
Valentinoix Thibault: I shall be certain to do so. I am intrigued to understand how others do see the realm.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Anyroad, ya done wit yer flower?"
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye. Quite so.
Chachanji Gegenji peers around the Elezen at the canvas. And all the images drawn on it.
Valentinoix Thibault: Quite the collection of colors, aye.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, I think we're some'a th' last ones here. Ev'ryone else's gone 'n left already."
Valentinoix Thibault: Aye.
Valentinoix Thibault: I shall take my leave. Go thee well, Chachanji.
Chachanji Gegenji: "Ah, akay. Have a safe trip home, Mr. Val."
Valentinoix Thibault: Thee as well.
Chachanji Gegenji glances around at the three pairs still around and, with a shrug, patters on towards home himself.
Jancis Milburga: "Travel safe!"
Barengar Armsbreaker dips his h ead toward Chachanji as he makes his way out.
Chachanji Gegenji: "You too, when ya head on out!"
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