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un: man's greatest treasure [video]
Since we find ourselves in a new location, and seem to have picked up some, maybe some introductions are due. I'm Hermione Granger, and I'm from England. I'm currently assigned the role of a tax collector, it's going great. [Sarcasm.] I'm sure it'll be fine - I was a modiste in Taravast, for heaven's sake...
[Quickly, a smile! Nervous, but a smile.]
What else - oh, I'm also a witch. [Which reminds her!] I'm going to start brewing potions again, since the ground isn't being rocked from side to side by the sea and the sea monster... Supplies are limited, and alternatives to the ingredients that I normally use can be weak on the ground, so I can't brew as many as I'd like. I'd ask that we all exercise some caution and not need them as much until I can get the reserves back up.
[There is a pause, as she opens her mouth to say I also don't like being treated like a child, because-] Huh. I...don't know how old I am.
[A frown, and she seems to forget that she's recording herself now, lost in her own musings:] Let's see, it was May when I come from, but was it the same month here? [To the screen, to her audience, the question:] Does this world even work in twelve months in a year? Seasons? It was quite crisp when I woke up in Taravast for the first time, maybe autumn? [And she pales.] Oh, gods, it's been almost a year...
[A shallow inhale - I want to go back home, we just ended a war, I need to see my friends, I need to grieve my friends, I need to - and a very shaky exhale. She cuts the feed off.]
[Quickly, a smile! Nervous, but a smile.]
What else - oh, I'm also a witch. [Which reminds her!] I'm going to start brewing potions again, since the ground isn't being rocked from side to side by the sea and the sea monster... Supplies are limited, and alternatives to the ingredients that I normally use can be weak on the ground, so I can't brew as many as I'd like. I'd ask that we all exercise some caution and not need them as much until I can get the reserves back up.
[There is a pause, as she opens her mouth to say I also don't like being treated like a child, because-] Huh. I...don't know how old I am.
[A frown, and she seems to forget that she's recording herself now, lost in her own musings:] Let's see, it was May when I come from, but was it the same month here? [To the screen, to her audience, the question:] Does this world even work in twelve months in a year? Seasons? It was quite crisp when I woke up in Taravast for the first time, maybe autumn? [And she pales.] Oh, gods, it's been almost a year...
[A shallow inhale - I want to go back home, we just ended a war, I need to see my friends, I need to grieve my friends, I need to - and a very shaky exhale. She cuts the feed off.]