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godshattering) wrote2025-01-01 12:30 am
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godshattering) wrote2025-01-01 12:30 am
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If it helps, I don't mind. I daresay you couldn't have prevented what happened any more than my friends suffering from the same could.
Or myself. In whatever happened, it seems to have varied. I later saw one of my friends as someone who... [ His writing will trail off here for a second in the distinct impression Claude's deciding both what to say and how to say it. What to reveal, and what to not. ] Passed. What I inadvertently put her through was no more pleasant. Which I mention mostly to say I understand and there's no blame to be attached to anyone as far as I'm concerned. Hopefully you're also doing well.
Oh, and I wouldn't mind actually getting to try that tea sometime as I have others you're also welcome to try. Whenever the time's right, consider the doors open.
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There is an ever-so-slight pause. While he does not have anything close to Claude's shrewdness, his age and the experience that comes with it ensure that he does not fill the page with any errant thoughts. Still, there is a delay. He cannot help but be somewhat surprised.
So, after a few seconds...]
𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝒻𝒶𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒! 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈. 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒹𝑜𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓎 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔- 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔- 𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇.
𝐵𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓎, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽, 𝐼 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒.
[And. Actual tea,
hopefullywithout anything weird occurring? Sign him up.]𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹! 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝑒𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓇𝒾𝒻𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁. 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃. 𝐼𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓁𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎!
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[ Hythlodaeus must have, Claude thinks; at first he'd wondered if it was only a Free Cities related event until the Horizon had proven otherwise and he'd met those in other locations suffering from different ones. Including sharing secrets one wouldn't usually, and truthfully? Some part of him preferred the poisoning.
Sort of. Mostly because it was only an illusion in the end, luckily. ]
Regardless, I still don't think you can be blamed for trying to find peace in a place normally comforting to all of us for different reasons. If I'm being honest, it's the reason I was there as well.
Consider me all in on continuing our conversation as well as we were just getting to a good part. I don't suppose you'd happen to be free either now or soon, would you?
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[Or rather, some of the nations. Solvunn, out of their piety for the Gods or the sheer variance in accounts they must have collected, appear to have let things lie after the most informal of talks with the summoned. Regardless.]
𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝑀𝓎 𝐻𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑜𝓃, 𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎, 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓋𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒𝒹... 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝐵𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓎, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒶𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈. 𝐼𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓎, 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁. 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂.
[And that is the question! A small delay follows, and...]
𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑒𝓌, 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓈?
[ooc; Would you like me to start? Are you ok with it being here? :3 ]
here works! i went ahead since you got the last one, lmk if anything needs changed!
I suppose that's something to consider, that maybe with so much noticeable destruction it might actually get others talking about what occurred and where. If there's anything to be shared between all of us then perhaps that can also narrow down some of the remaining questions.
I have to confess I'm not the biggest fan of sweets, but if I could request it then I'd like you to bring what you had in mind all the same. All the better to keep sharing things from where we're both from since I'd still like to try whatever you have in mind nonetheless. When you're ready, I'll be there.
Oh, and you didn't alter anything about the surroundings, that I promise.
[ True to his word, Claude will be waiting in his domain. This time around the front doors will be open rather than sealed shut and ready to be walked through by his visitor. Belatedly he realizes he's unsure if Hythlodaeus will need permission to take another form again, that maybe he should've offered that along with the invitation, but this time he's ready to offer that right away.
In another statement of honesty: his domain remains largely unchanged even after all of the Horizon's mishaps beyond visitors dropping in. Some of the plants have been replaced with even brighter flowers in more varieties than before, perhaps suggesting their owner is going for something cheerful not only for himself but for others visiting, but still arranged around as casually as ever. The ambiance weather-wise is as pleasant as ever in those better memories of a now distance place. All in all - and as promised - things look largely the same.
Right down to Claude sitting in one of the chairs with a book propped open in his lap, though this time if someone looks closely they might find he's studying signs related to magic from someone else's realm entirely. Pure curiosity at work, though at the sound of someone entering he looks up with a smile. ]
I'm glad to see you were able to find me hopefully as easily as before and even without the Horizon very helpfully sending us to other places. [ A bookmark's placed in between the pages, and the book's set aside to offer Hythlodaeus a seat should he like it. ] Hopefully being here's provided some reassurance there were no changes made that were unintended as well?
Thank you!
The fact that Claude's domain seems quite the same in both form and feel (save for a few new floral displays) cannot help but have him smile as he refinds himself at this particular balcony in this particular city, on this particular afternoon. And he cannot help but show the pleasure he takes in that small fact. Not really. If anything, such a little thing helps him think starting over was for more plausible than he had previously.
To that end, he takes a seat. And as he settles himself-]
I am glad. I have the suspicion that these places are just as much a reflection upon ourselves as what we intend for it. Which is to say...
[A tilt of his head, and the steepling of his fingers upon the table, his gaze falling to each of the ends of his fingers.]
Before that experience, there was something else that occurred. An equally harrowing event to many. ...To some, perhaps more so. Regrettably, someone who is quite important to me was affected adversely by what happened some months before what happened to us, here. ...And the strain such an event placed upon his soul, even now, is made manifest within his Horizon as he attempts to come to terms.
[Terrible, really. Truly so- and such is reflected with a (somewhat rueful) quirk of the corners of his mouth upward, his concern only showing with the fact his smile seems a little terse- and very quick to disappear.]
So, yes! Should my little theory about these spaces hold some semblance of truth, I am rather impressed- and delighted to see, I'll have you know- that you're rather resilient.
[Which was not to say that the unnamed friend was not. But he is impressed.]
of course! <3
By the end, his brow's furrowed slightly in thought over the information he's been readily given, even as rightfully redacted as it is to protect the privacy of who it might be about. That's something he'll respect even despite the never ending urge to pry into it a little further. There's certainly more than one way of doing that, though. ]
I'm sorry to hear about what happened to your friend. [ With gravity befitting that sentiment, and nothing else concealed behind it. ] I've come to think of this as a respite of sorts even despite none of it being real past our own creation, so to have something so agonizing happen to someone here... is unnerving, to say the very least. Was it related to the nightmares which happened some time ago?
[ Now Claude does reach for the tea set to place it at their end of the tea table between their seats, and after thinking about it for a moment, conjures up a second teapot of hot water ready to be steeped. They had promised to share tea, after all, so why limit it to one choice? Rather than reaching for the teas from Fodlan stashed in a wooden box nearby, he looks up with a slight grimace first. ]
I ask because said nightmares were my welcoming present to being here not long after I arrived. The ones I had were... well, not unlike what happened here between us in that they were based on something I'd experienced before. But what is it they say, something about all those experiences only serving to make us stronger? Or something close to that, but I suppose that added to my resiliency.
[ There's a slight smile to go with that since, well. It's one way of putting it, though he hopes Hythlodaeus's friend might have the same outlook with any luck. ]
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[That confirmation does not come without a quirk of his head to the side, and one of his hands to rise, the backs of his fingers lightly touching the tip of his chin in thought.]
What happened in said friend's nightmare was a mixture of a recollection of an event long past- as well as something which most certainly did not and could not have happened thrown in for good measure. While the laws of this star are certainly capable- and fond, seemingly- of throwing harrowing scenarios our way... I think that the most terrible of all possible things does have the tendency to come from our own minds.
[His hand lowers, crossing itself with the other upon his lap once more, and he turns his gaze toward every boxed component of the tea. Of course, there is something else on his mind. Both Claude's mention of negative experience having one become stronger, as well as his own theory of real, internal, lived trauma being far worse than what could be manufactured has his mind move to something else.
Namely, the way Claude acted when poisoned. He hardly needed his power of sight to see what was in Claude's eyes when it happened. Confusion, yes. Fear, yes. All very much the hallmarks of someone experiencing their end suddenly, painfully, and violently. Yet something was missing. Shock.
...The complete absence of shock, of denial, of blind panic couldn't help but strike him as strange. Almost as if he had expected...
No. That, he felt, was a conversation for another day- a day when they perhaps were friends and the mere thought of asking it wouldn't be such a disconcerting one. So. For the moment...]
Ah! I had almost forgot.
[Something else appears on the table. Compared to the craftsmanship of Claude's teaboxes, it is rough and somewhat quaint- a miniature crate if anything else, wrapped in a cloth that shows a distinctively hand-made weave, as well as a dye job that seems both rustic and charming. A mark of goods produced in Solvunn, given to the general cheeriness of the package.
And as for what was inside...
There are a number of small strips of a hard form of biscuit. Clearly handmade. And while long strips, of not uniform length or width, with a number of almonds and smaller nuts poking precariously out of them. Very handmade, yet fortunately for Claude, not by Hythlodaeus' own hands. More someone in Solvunn with experience of this recipe, as shown by the fact that they appear perfectly cooked.]
You did mention that you are not overly fond of sweet things, so I made a bargain with an elder within the commune for the least sweet sort of accompaniment to tea that could be managed.
[Food and drink consumed here could not sustain, of course. And really, Hythlodaeus actually striking a bargain with one of the bakers of the First settlement was a little extra. Yet to him, it seemed worth it simply for the reference, in order to recreate it here.]
Oh, and given the fact that you seemed quite fond of pine tea, [Since he had made mention that he took it quite strong, of course...] I harvested some pine nuts to be included. Truth be told, I've little experience with baking. Or cooking, for that matter! ...Yet, I thought such would counteract a little of the sweetness.
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Perhaps something he should ruminate on a bit longer before sharing, though he looks up from dropping a tea sachet into one teapot when Hythlodaeus changes the topic by announcing something else nearly forgotten. That's enough to catch Claude's attention as a box is produced from within cloth that reminds him of something from the outer reaches of the Alliance, and at first he blinks at the contents inside while studying them.
The instruction for Hythlodaeus to bring something the other would enjoy, he quickly discovers, was still done with a large amount of consideration. By the end of the explanation Claude can't help a (genuine) grin. The sheer thoughtfulness put into the gesture is not at all lost on him. ]
It sounds like you and I share a lack of baking finesse in common. Or, well - I can't really say that my cooking's any better, so it's a good thing the inn where we stay in Cadens provides a meal for us. [ And with a gesture to the gracious gift, ] You've guessed well on the pine nuts considering I've had them in a few things and they do take some of the sweetness out. Compared to sweets made solely with sugar, that is, and that's closer to what I'd prefer so I have to thank you for that and the amount of thought you've put into bringing these. May I take one?
[ They're meant to share, clearly, but sometimes for as much as Claude likes to claim nobility didn't rub off on him: some bit of formality in manners pops up now and again. Perhaps it also shows in reaching to tap the box of teas next should Hythlodaeus wish for something besides pine tea, something Claude would understand because of their last meeting even with the outside influences causing the reaction. ]
You'll have to tell me a bit about what your favorite tea's like so I can make sure to have it on hand for the future as that's something I request of everyone who visits. In the meantime, there are several here from Fodlan you might like to try and they vary from more traditional herbs to ones with fruits to floral varieties. Of the ones I've gained from others' visits there's also some other flower-based kinds and all are more pleasant memories created by our minds, much like the biscuits.
[ A brief pause, and then - ] Though I'm also familiar with less enjoyable experiences here at the Singularity's whims, including what once happened but... now far worse.