Aeron peered over at the drawing nosily. "Um... I guess it depends. Have you had any of the tartberries? They grow down by the crick too. Good for pies."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"Tartberries?" They glanced up, pushing their glasses back up their nose. "No, can't say I have. What do those look like?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"They're like this big." Aeron gestured at his pinky nail. "And turn yellow when ripe. They're, well, tart, right off the vine. You gotta cook 'em with some sugar cane. But then they're good."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
Beck wrote this down as well. "Thank you; I'll keep that in mind! I'm staying upstairs so I'm not sure I'll be cooking very much, but maybe it's something I can take back to the Roost with me to share."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Take a guess," she interrupted, looking at him flatly.
"...okay, fair," he conceded sheepishly. "But... if I pick them... and try to make a pie... could you make it actually turn out okay?"
Margie eyed him and Beck. "Mm... fine. If you kids wanna go get the berries I'll learn ya how to make the pies. But I'm not yer mamas 'n I'm not doing all the work, mind you."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"It's no trouble, ma'am," Beck said quickly. "I won't be leaving for a couple months yet and I can help make the pie if need be. Or I can just take the recipe back. I'm a passable baker."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"They'll be out of season in a few months," Aeron pointed out.
(Also not sure how clear this is but Margie is a completely random NPC so feel free to control her however you like, I plucked her out of thin air explicitly for this RP, there's no roots to canon at all)
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
(No worries at all! You can hang onto her if you like; you're doing great.)
"Oh." Their face fell. "Well, I'll just return when they come back, if all goes well. Are you a gardener, Mr. Munen?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Bah, just Aeron." Aeron waved a hand. "I ain't no one's mister. And nah. I uh... I just kinda pick up odd jobs. Wouldn't really say I've got any real sort of specialty."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"No?" Perfect! That was perfect. They sat up a little straighter, sipping at their drink. "What are your favorite jobs to perform?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Uh... I mean, I like animals." Aeron shrugged, taking a drink as he eyed them, not sure why they were so eager by that response. "And I like being out in nature, so I guess I wouldn't properly mind tending a garden."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
"Gardening is delightful," they agreed. "As is nature." He was wary again; they'd have to be careful. Best to ease in, always. "What would you say is your favorite aspect of the natural world?"
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
"Um... I don't know." Aeron shrugged; what an odd question. "It's just peaceful getting to be out in it all and remember where you came from."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
Beck nodded, sipping their drink again. "And where was that, before Willowfast? Out of curiosity."
"The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The artist whose medium is fiction does this in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words." --Ursula K. Le Guin
Aeron wrinkled his nose and took a drink. "I meant from nature herself. We're all part of it; all share the same heartbeat."
"u and rina are systematically watering down the grammar of yws" - Atticus "From the fish mother to the fish death god." - lehmanf "A fish stole my identity. I blame shady" - Omni [they/he]
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