audio | un: yiling patriarch | early on during the summit

[weifinder]

I've been whistling while I work, and I have yet to find any response whatsoever. Which is to say, ( he continues, almost at a laconic drawl: ) to any and all of my fellow ragtag members of the eastward bound Merchant's caravan with a gift for detecting life, death, or anything of the spirit: have you felt anything?

( he freely admits to how unnerving it is to him to have no reaction, no response whatsoever, when he reaches out to find the resentful energies that have been throughout all of this world they've wandered since his arrival, well over a year before. )

Because I, for one, can't find a damn thing.

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[valeas]

( the hint of a rueful smile on her lips: ) I cannot take credit for the name. It was all Wrench.

( he'd thought it amusing at the time, with emilia's ancestry of star witches and their having met when her temper was at its most explosive. ... and also, something about some star candy from his world, a reference she never quite grasped. she still thinks of him, from time to time. him and lily.

regrouping, she sobers at his actual question. )

As I said, I've no talent for necromancy. But I do know plants. The house I moved into has a small garden, and some of the plants are wilted, yet ( pause ) they feel strange, as well. As though their cycle is incomplete.

( wilted, to be sure, but they don't feel dead, either. )

[weifinder]

He was quite the character, I can see him being the creative mind behind something like that.

( then he pauses to consider the rest. )

Reminiscent of anything in Ellethia? The lighthouse, I mean, Master Scorpion's citadel of origin.

[valeas]

Master Scorpion.

( speaking of creative (and apt) names. )

I admit, I did my best to steer clear of that lighthouse. But I did explore the flora with Eleven much as I could. The plants in Ellethia experienced an accelerated life cycle of sorts, no magical print that I could see. These wilted flowers — there was no acceleration, but they don't quite feel dead, either.

[weifinder]

Self granted, albeit he's surprisingly unfond of it.

( this is not a surprise. grumpy old men are indeed going to be grumpy. )

Halted at the cusp, perhaps? Between life and death.

[valeas]

I'll need to hear that story sometime.

( they keep accruing stories to tell each other, while being given no time to tell them over promised wine. it's rude, frankly. )

And yes, perhaps. I don't know if your ( ah ) skillset applies to plants, but you're welcome to look at them yourself. ( in general, he is welcome in her temporary (not!)home. )

[weifinder]

We're overdue for that wine, aren't we?

I... can see, one way or another. At this point I won't pretend there's anything I can or cannot get a sense of for certain, how strange things in this world have been, and what it is I've learned. When's a time of it?

[valeas]

I do believe we are.

Minaras will be rising soon, perhaps shortly after that. What say you?

[weifinder]

A kinder appointment than others I've been keeping in past months.

( inevitably................. they'll end up missing this. because of what happens with arabella later and i am about to tie that in on another post WATCH IT HAPPEN )