Who: Astralin and you! Where: Meadowlands, on his new farm. What: Astralin needs help setting up his new farm, anyone is welcome to help out. Warnings: None.
Prompts below! If you want to mingle, feel free to make your own prompts.
[Talented... Astralin's compliment is far too generous, but Kaeya isn't going to draw attention to the matter by disagreeing. His Vision is merely a "gift" from the gods, but a prodigy like Astralin has surely worked hard to gain such fine control over his magic. Much as he would love to see which of them would come out on top in battle, he'll keep that thought to himself for now.]
They do say practice makes perfect. Still, it surprises me to see you employing such skill in the field. Is botany a specialty of yours?
[Kaeya can think of plenty who would kill to have powers like Astralin's on the battlefield. Those who put their powers to use for purely non-lethal pursuits are few in number... but does Astralin count himself among them?]
I suppose you could say that. While I was born a farmer, one of my spouse's taught me techniques that I would have not learned myself. That... And I suppose you could say that I use my ice -- cyro in your words -- to create and preserve. So I suppose I might be a bit of a cheater.
[He is a fairly passive person it seems, but the scythe on his back might paint a different description of him. He's been in battle one too many times for his liking -- enough to apparently mark him for his charge. But, for the most part, Astralin himself is passive. However, if he had to, he could certainly defend himself.]
... Hm.
[To show a small fraction of his power, he does extend his hand out. A bright light quickly shining from his hand, that dissipates in seconds. A ice sculpture of Kaeya's vision quickly forming within his hand, pendant and all.]
It is not very impressive, but should you need anything made, then I would be more than happy to create it. Medium, to small creations.
[His scythe his made out of his ice, but he can't seem to conjure up the magical energy he needs for his larger creations, and that was fine.]
[...What remarkable skill. Even those skilled in the utilization of Cryo would struggle to replicate a person's visage in such exacting detail. Kaeya marvels at it, hands on his knees when he hunches down to examine it closely. No detail out of place, it seems, and his eyes shoot up to meet Astralin's with a broad grin.]
I'm afraid our definitions of impressive are entirely different. On the contrary, your talent is obvious at a glance. Very impressive, Astralin.
[Very impressive. On the mental list of notes he's maintained on the people of Aldrip, he places Astralin towards the top.]
I'll be keeping your offer in mind. I may not be of much assistance on the creative front, but should you ever find yourself in a bind on the battlefield, feel free to seek me out. Then again... that scythe of yours looks plenty imposing on its own.
Has anyone told you that you have quite the silver tongue, young man? Not that it is a bad thing.
[The compliments... Are quite flattering, really. Something he thought wouldn't be so special might actually be special, with the way Kaeya speaks. Quite honestly, Kaeya is reminding him of someone special back home, and there's a hint of a flattered smile that appears on the corner of his lips. Flattered, and homesick really, but he won't say anything about that second matter.]
Is that so? Are you a knight or sorts back home? Or perhaps a warrior?
[His eyes give Kaeya a once over, before trailing back to the scythe on his back.]
Ah, well. I am... But a simple farmer. However, I have seen much blood spilled, and I suppose you could say that I have spilt blood as well. Times of war back home have made it difficult to keep my hands clean of that, but... I do appreciate your offer. It puts my mind at ease, to know I can rely on someone in battle.
[Kaeya's chuckles are mirthful, jovial, but he should mind his silver tongue around a married man, shouldn't he? Then again, he'd rather trust that Astralin understands these compliments are coming from a good place and that Kaeya doesn't expect anything in return for stating what he believes is the honest truth. Sure, he might be inclined to embellish the truth just a bit... but regardless, he means well. Astralin has yet to give him a reason to lie.
...Well, he hadn't given Kaeya much reason to lie until now. His vocation has little importance in this land, but a man with eyes as sharp as Astralin's might easily see through him if he tells too outlandish of a story. Tipping his chin skyward, Kaeya hums.]
I know my way around a blade. Where I'm from, it never hurts to know how to defend yourself.
[That answers Astralin's question, doesn't it? Sure, Kaeya wasn't exactly forthright, but he's counting on Astralin not calling him out on answering so vaguely.]
You see... You claim to be a mere farmer, so in that sense, I suppose I'm merely a swordsman. I've seen my fair share of combat, but only out of necessity. We're quite the same in that regard, wouldn't you say?
It is not a bad thing. In fact, I must admit you remind me of my husband, Rivoix, so I find it rather amusing.
[It's said with a rather fond smile, and nothing more than that. If anything, if he knew Kaeya well enough, this is where he would get that fatherly head pat for the misunderstanding, but he doesn't know Kaeya well enough quite yet. However, given this meeting so far, and how he did extend his creationism services to him... He expects that he might be seeing Kaeya more often than not. Which! He didn't mind. He found the young man to be rather amusing.]
I am not surprised. You must have your own talents that are not to be slept on, I am sure.
[Kaeya's quite right on that, and he's not one to call out Kaeya for being so vague. It wasn't really his place to say anything, and he figures that Kaeya may reveal bits and pieces as time goes on. For now, he's content to just learn about the people who come here, at their own pace.]
Mmm... I would say so. I am sure there are similarities, but truly... I am not much. I may be a prodigy in magic, but I am a simple farmer who's family cut ties with nobility.
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They do say practice makes perfect. Still, it surprises me to see you employing such skill in the field. Is botany a specialty of yours?
[Kaeya can think of plenty who would kill to have powers like Astralin's on the battlefield. Those who put their powers to use for purely non-lethal pursuits are few in number... but does Astralin count himself among them?]
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[He is a fairly passive person it seems, but the scythe on his back might paint a different description of him. He's been in battle one too many times for his liking -- enough to apparently mark him for his charge. But, for the most part, Astralin himself is passive. However, if he had to, he could certainly defend himself.]
... Hm.
[To show a small fraction of his power, he does extend his hand out. A bright light quickly shining from his hand, that dissipates in seconds. A ice sculpture of Kaeya's vision quickly forming within his hand, pendant and all.]
It is not very impressive, but should you need anything made, then I would be more than happy to create it. Medium, to small creations.
[His scythe his made out of his ice, but he can't seem to conjure up the magical energy he needs for his larger creations, and that was fine.]
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I'm afraid our definitions of impressive are entirely different. On the contrary, your talent is obvious at a glance. Very impressive, Astralin.
[Very impressive. On the mental list of notes he's maintained on the people of Aldrip, he places Astralin towards the top.]
I'll be keeping your offer in mind. I may not be of much assistance on the creative front, but should you ever find yourself in a bind on the battlefield, feel free to seek me out. Then again... that scythe of yours looks plenty imposing on its own.
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[The compliments... Are quite flattering, really. Something he thought wouldn't be so special might actually be special, with the way Kaeya speaks. Quite honestly, Kaeya is reminding him of someone special back home, and there's a hint of a flattered smile that appears on the corner of his lips. Flattered, and homesick really, but he won't say anything about that second matter.]
Is that so? Are you a knight or sorts back home? Or perhaps a warrior?
[His eyes give Kaeya a once over, before trailing back to the scythe on his back.]
Ah, well. I am... But a simple farmer. However, I have seen much blood spilled, and I suppose you could say that I have spilt blood as well. Times of war back home have made it difficult to keep my hands clean of that, but... I do appreciate your offer. It puts my mind at ease, to know I can rely on someone in battle.
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[Kaeya's chuckles are mirthful, jovial, but he should mind his silver tongue around a married man, shouldn't he? Then again, he'd rather trust that Astralin understands these compliments are coming from a good place and that Kaeya doesn't expect anything in return for stating what he believes is the honest truth. Sure, he might be inclined to embellish the truth just a bit... but regardless, he means well. Astralin has yet to give him a reason to lie.
...Well, he hadn't given Kaeya much reason to lie until now. His vocation has little importance in this land, but a man with eyes as sharp as Astralin's might easily see through him if he tells too outlandish of a story. Tipping his chin skyward, Kaeya hums.]
I know my way around a blade. Where I'm from, it never hurts to know how to defend yourself.
[That answers Astralin's question, doesn't it? Sure, Kaeya wasn't exactly forthright, but he's counting on Astralin not calling him out on answering so vaguely.]
You see... You claim to be a mere farmer, so in that sense, I suppose I'm merely a swordsman. I've seen my fair share of combat, but only out of necessity. We're quite the same in that regard, wouldn't you say?
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[It's said with a rather fond smile, and nothing more than that. If anything, if he knew Kaeya well enough, this is where he would get that fatherly head pat for the misunderstanding, but he doesn't know Kaeya well enough quite yet. However, given this meeting so far, and how he did extend his creationism services to him... He expects that he might be seeing Kaeya more often than not. Which! He didn't mind. He found the young man to be rather amusing.]
I am not surprised. You must have your own talents that are not to be slept on, I am sure.
[Kaeya's quite right on that, and he's not one to call out Kaeya for being so vague. It wasn't really his place to say anything, and he figures that Kaeya may reveal bits and pieces as time goes on. For now, he's content to just learn about the people who come here, at their own pace.]
Mmm... I would say so. I am sure there are similarities, but truly... I am not much. I may be a prodigy in magic, but I am a simple farmer who's family cut ties with nobility.