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.
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[Eventually, Astralin moves from his spot from the fence, and power to newly potted flowerbeds that are scattered throughout the farm. He has a shovel in his hand, as well as previously potted flowers that he had in his inn room. The pots are particularly interesting upon first glance -- made of pure ice with intricate designs on the pot. It shines brightly in the light, but even in his grasp, and the sun shining down on the ice, the ice doesn't melt. Very particular.
Feel free to ask him about his special pots, because otherwise, he's just going to keep to himself and replant the flowers on the field. There was quite a lot of flowers to be replanted, and planted in general, with the Aldrip locals providing him seeds and the seeds that he managed to get from the naga. He also won't mind if you want planting tips, or if you want to help! The man does need help!]
[It's quite an undertaking, she thinks, to be working on a section of land. If it were up to her, Aerith would probably fill the whole thing with flowers, so maybe it's a good thing she doesn't have anything like that.
She is one of those who is very interested in the pots. She's never seen anything like them and though she's tempted to touch, these all look very special and particular. It would be more polite to look and not touch. At least right now.
Doesn't stop her from inviting herself right into Astralin's personal space.]
Hello! Whatcha doing?
[She knows the answer already. She just wants to make conversation before she tries to force her way in.]
[Aerith's presence is felt almost immediately, and his gaze shifts upward to meet her gaze. Upon meeting it, the corner of his lips curves into a genuinely happy smile to see her. After all, she had treated him so nicely upon their first meeting with one another. He had not forgotten her kindness, and his usual aloof attitude is replaced with a genuinely happy one to have her presence here.]
Ah, Lady Aerith. I am repotting these plants, and putting them into the soil. Although, I am not entirely sure what I will do with the vases, as I created them myself...
[He trails off, and genuinely opens up his space to her by taking a step forward, over the soil. Still keeping a mutual distance between the two, of course, but Aerith was now able to see the intricacies upon the pot. Patterns etched into the pot to give it a different look from the rest.]
I do hope those flowers made it to you in one piece.
[As he explains himself, Aerith takes the opportunity he presents to her, and leans over to get a better look at the detailings in the pot. It’s a curious thing. Well-done. Beautiful to behold. When she thinks about how she sells flowers back home, she wonders if she’d have more success if she included pots. Likely not, she thinks. The people back home don’t all revere flowers. A pretty pot or two is not going to magically change that.
When he makes mention of the flowers he’d sent to her before, she perks right up (as if she wasn’t there already). Grinning from ear to ear, she sets her attention back onto him.]
They did! I’m taking very good care of them now, though I’m sure that they miss you a great deal. I’ll have to find a way to thank you.
I am sure that my flowers will be just fine, Lady Aerith. They are in your care now, and I could not ask anyone better to take care of them.
[Except for Hrist, but she isn't here right now. Still, he trusts Aerith a great deal to take care of those flowers. Especially since he grew them with her in mind and all. Their conversation upon meeting had certainly stuck with him, and he trusted her a great deal. He's sure that they'll stay in bloom for as long as possible, with her taking care of them and all.]
Have you been well? Did you adventure out of Aldrip when those refrigerators broke?
What a high compliment. Are you sure you don't know more about me than you're letting on?
[She asks it teasingly. There's little reason Astralin would know the true nature of her person, what she's been through, what strange, otherworldly abilities she's come packed with, or the other little secrets that make up the young woman known as Aerith Gainsborough. But there are some in this world who are extraordinarily sharp. Wouldn't surprise her at all to find that Astralin is one of them.
Aerith nods when he makes mention of the little misadventure regarding the refrigerators. And a poor unfortunate repairman who got caught up in that. And the bittersweet ache that proper goodbyes don't appear to be a thing in this world.]
I did. I'd like to say that I helped repair stuff, but that's probably not true. I probably caused more upset than I actually helped. But I guess all that ends well is... well? However that goes. No one's starving. That's probably a win.
[ At the far edge of the flowerbed, Marianne holds the reins of a horse and gently coaxes her away from the plants. After the frightening ordeal in the forest the other day, she's taken Willow out for a calming walk, to let the horse graze and spoil her a bit.
The glint of ice shimmering in the sunlight had caught her attention, and she'd led them over to take a closer look at the curious pots. Though it would seem her horse finds the flowers more delightful than the pottery. Seeing the man hard at work in the field, Marianne bows apologetically. ]
[Her voice gets him to look up from replanting his flowers, and he nearly jumps out of his skin upon seeing the new stranger in his garden. However, seeing that she has a horse is enough to put his mind at ease. A soft sigh of relief escaping from him rather silently as he straightens himself out in front of the stranger, and curves his lips into a pleasant, but light smile.]
Good day, Miss. It is no trouble at all... Here.
[He wasn't upset about the flowers. In fact, he had a soft spot for animals, and now had some of his own here. So, without hesitating, he reaches for his pocket, and offers up a large carrot to the horse. His other hand reaching out toward it's mane, and running his fingers through it in a calming, soft motion.]
Here you are, my dear. It is much more appetizing than a flower.
[ Willow sniffs at the carrot, then snorts in delight and helps herself to the snack greedily. Marianne's relieved to see the horse looking energetic, though it worries her that Willow may munch on his fingers if she doesn't slow down! ]
Thank you. I'm glad to see her appetite has returned.
[ She sighs happily. She's been worried for Willow. After being lost and found in the woods, the spooked horse had been reluctant to leave the stables and jumped at mere shadows. It's taken a bit of coaxing to bring her out, and the soft and gentle way the man speaks to her no doubt reassures the anxious animal. ]
[Astralin isn't one to really laugh, but seeing Willow so energetic and happy makes him smile in turn. He had a soft spot for animals, and despite how fast the horse is eating, he keeps his hand extended out so the horse can eat in peace. His other hand reaching for Willow's muzzle, and petting it softly with a content, happy smile. Although, his attention is quick to turn toward Marianne again, that smile remaining despite his attention on her.]
It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Marianne. I am Astralin. Astralin Turnont.
[Once the carrot is finished, his full attention turns to her now. A bit curious as to what happened to the animal, since she seemed relieved at something. Usually not one to pry, but again, he certainly had the biggest soft spots with animals.]
Ah? Did something happen to the poor thing? She is more than welcome to eat anything on the farm if it will bring her appetite back.
[ Willow is tense at first, snorting and watching the man stiffly, but once she's sensed that Astralin means no harm, she starts to relax into his hand, nudging against him and welcoming the affection. She even licks his fingers as if seeking more food. To see them getting on well warms Marianne's heart. ]
Willow accompanied us on the expedition to Rumpitur and was spooked by strange noises. [ She explains, stroking the horse's mane. ] She ran off and we searched frantically for her, but it was a while before we could find her. She's been uneasy since then.
[Since the Kuranta people were primarily vegetable-eaters, seeing a farm like Astralin’s is something of a relief to Młynar. Most people around here seem to either favour fish or bread baked from the nearby mill’s wheat, meaning that he had to forage around to find something green around here. He didn’t particularly mind- he had spent years living off the land as a wanderer. Still, this made things easier.]
It seems that farming is in your blood. That didn’t take you very long at all.
[The knight has a bad habit of concealing his presence, so Astralin may not notice his arrival if he’s not paying attention. Hopefully it’s not too frightening. Młynar knows it terrified his nieces back in Kazimierz, since that sudden arrival often meant that harsh drills were about to begin.]
[Astralin had been potting the last of his plants before he decided to work on his vegetables. But the presence is a nice one, and he isn't as alarmed as the first time Mlynar met him. So surprisingly, he's greeted with a rather friendly smile in turn at his presence. His eyes trailing from the dirt, and over to the tall man to regard him with a genuine, light smile. His hand raising to wave his hand over at him with ease.]
No, it did not. Although, I am mostly at this point due to the kindness of Aldrip's citizens... They did most of the building, and allowed me to work on my flowers and vegetables. I believe I also have some livestock coming in as well, but I will not be eating any of those animals. I rarely eat meat to begin with.
[They definitely have something in common. Though, with that being said, he does drop what he's doing so he can actually have a conversation with Mlynar. Not hesitating to take a step forward, as he reaches for a fresh orange from one of his indoor plants. Happily offering it to Mlynar as a gift for visiting him on his farm.]
Please, do try one. They are very sweet when they are fresh.
[The Kuranta man takes the orange, wordlessly peeling it before taking a quick bite. Fruits like these were rare, given that Kazimierz was located in the cold north. Still, he had indulged in the rare import back home- and he finds himself just as delighted this time. A silent smile spreads across the knight’s expression as he savours the citrus flavour.]
Back in Kazimierz, you’ll usually only find rich corporate types enjoying these. You spoil me, Astralin.
[Looks like Astralin is humble and polite as ever. It’s refreshing- albeit unfamiliar. Most of his companions back on Terra had very forceful personalities. Mlynar would usually consider this kind of behaviour to be suspicious flattery, but he knew the man well enough to put aside such thoughts.]
It’s quite impressive. Though I confess I know little of farming. When I wandered the land, I once vaporized some rocks to help a farmer set up a new field, but that's about the sum of it.
[Though it was one hell of a sight for the locals. Seeing boulders reduced to nothing by pillars of radiant light was a blessing in the time it saved, and something approaching a miracle for those present.]
[There is plenty of more fruit where that came from, to be honest. He had quite an abundance of fruits that he managed to grow inside of that small inn room for so long, that he could likely make the man as basket to take home with him. It's an idea that creeps into the back of his mind, especially with Mlynar speaks of his world. Happy to learn bits and pieces of his world through small details. Which, quite honestly, doesn't sound like a pleasant place to be.]
Is that so? Well, do stay for awhile so I can provide more fruits for you, Sir Mlynar.
[With not much effort, he extends his hand out and mutters something underneath his breath. A bright light quickly shining on top of his hand, before something begins to form at the palm. Ice weaving intricately into a basket, that Astralin brings close to him. The man kneeling down to some of the fruit trees that were waiting to be picked.]
Ah? Is that so? Then perhaps I could call on you for help, should the need arise. Which may be soon, if some of these rocks are hard to move.
[Mlynar actually gets a sincere chuckle out of Astralin. The man lost in thought, as his lips curve into a gentle, light smile. Always finding himself at peace when picking his fruit, or flowers.]
You mentioned rich corporate types only having fruit... Is it hard to come by in your world?
[Astralin’s words fills Młynar’s heart with a sense of warm nostalgia. The Ori man reminds him of the farmers that had taken him in during his wandering days. They had piled kindness after kindness upon him, despite repeated reassurances that he needed no such things.]
I’m unaccustomed to staying in one place for long. But I suppose I can make an exception for someone who has been so good to me. Besides, I’ve decided that I am fond of your oranges.
[Młynar is about to follow the comment with a laugh, but is given pause by the sight of Astralin using magic without a focus. Back where in the world of Terra, the only people who could do that were afflicted with a terrible disease called oripathy, which slowly turns its victims' bodies into crystal. It catches him off guard, and the knight has to visibly collect himself, taking a deep breath and reminding himself that things are different here.]
As for the fruit, it is rare where I come from. There are tropical nations where you’ll find fruits, but my homeland of Kazimierz has rather cold and inhospitable winters that make growing fruits difficult. We have apple, blueberry, and raspberry farms, but most others are imported from abroad.
[The Kuranta man hopes that his response seemed professional and natural enough to not rouse any suspicions about his internal panic. Still, he had never been the best at keeping a poker face. His twitching ears and swishing tail often gave him away.]
[Ven definitely hears the chatter about a new farm on the outskirts of town. It peeks his interest, for sure. As if he really needed an excuse to get out of the city. He didn't mind humans, the tavern honestly reminded him of the meeting grounds in his home. The werewolf packs that visited definitely made a ruckus of similar regard as these drunk humans, making him all the more homesick.
But he needed to touch some grass.
It was a breath of fresh air walk down the paths out of the city, and it's easy enough to find his way to the budding farm. He can already sense the multitude of plants in the ground, and it makes him happy to see the tender care they seem to be receiving. He's taking it all in, when he spots one that seems to be sagging a bit. He crouches next to his, reaching out to it and pouring his magic out. The plant immediately started to perk up, even growing and blooming more than the others around it.
[Guests have been coming in and out of his farm, so he isn't too surprised when he sees someone unfamiliar approaching the farm. Hands on his shovel as he stares out from afar, watching this particular stranger with a curious look on his face. Head tilted to the side slightly, as he watches the plant that had been sagging a bit, come back to life at a simple touch. Similar to what he could do with his ice magic, but this was something different for sure.
Still, he was thankful that the stranger helped with his crop. It prompts him to reach for one of the fresh apples that he would happily offer to the stranger. Not hesitating to step forward to regard the stranger with a barely light, but still visible smile. The hand that had the apple in it, offered up with a gentle nudge.
From the looks of it, the apple looks to be perfectly fine, and in good shape. In fact, it looks like it'd be sweet, and crisp.]
Fascinating. I thought Sir Dohalim, and I were the only ones able to infuse magic into crop. I see that we are not the only ones now...
[Ven knew he was being watched, but today, he didn't care. He was a little less concerned with people seeing his nature magic than he was about his telepathy, anyway. Not that he was going to be forcing himself into anyone's minds unless he had to.
All the same, he looks up at the stranger as the other man approaches, graciously accepting the apple. It's beautiful, he can whole heartedly admit.]
That you aren't. [Ven offers his free hand, still grasping the apple in his other.] Name's Ven. I just got here not too long ago. Is this your farm?
[The man takes care of his fruit, and he is a farmer by nature, so he sincerely hopes this stranger will like it. He seems... Interesting, to say the least, but he can't quite put his finger on it. For now, he reaches out and shakes his hand with a light, and soft smile.]
I will have to see these powers once more. When it calls for it, of course. I am fascinated by those that can revive, and preserve plants, such as myself.
[Ven's powers seem to top his own for reviving, however. Even he had trouble doing what he did, when it came to their natural death.]
Ah, another chosen. So I take it that you have a parchment as well?
[He pauses to nod.]
Quite right. Welcome to my humble farm, Ven. My name is Astralin.
Of course. I'd hate to let my powers go to waste, if needed. [Especially if it meant helping to keep the people like them and the locals from starving.]
I'd be glad to be of assistance with your farm, anytime you require.
[As for the question about the parchment, he nods. At least he's somewhat used to being labelled a criminal, given the human kingdom had labelled him one years ago.]
Thank you for the welcome, Astralin. It's a very well done farm, if I might add. [His people taught humans farming techniques many, many years ago, so it's neat to see those techniques weren't just unique to his world.]
[ He still isn't entirely sure how he's found himself here, but given the invitation to see Astralin's techniques in person, Zhou Zishu is not going to turn that down. Equally unsure if they'll do anything for him personally, but it's worth a look. There's been an idea brewing in the back of his mind, sparked by the recent reminders that he used to enjoy this kind of thing.
Well. Not farming, probably. He'd make a terrible farmer. But the growing things...maybe.
He walks quietly out of habit, but he's not particularly trying to hide his presence as he makes his way towards the figure bent over the flowerbeds. When he comes to a stop, it's a respectful distances away, hands tucked into his long sleeves as he bows slightly. ]
[He had been tending to the crop when Zhou Zishu arrives at the farm. Quiet footsteps not quite getting his attention, but he is slightly alarmed at the new presence when shadows come into view. His eyes glancing at the shadows first, and then over to Zhou Zishu -- immediately recognizing him as the man over the phone that wanted to learn how to grow and cultivate plants.
In turn, he bows as well -- a fairly friendly smile appearing on his face when their gazes meet. His hands quickly taking off the gloves, and throwing them into his pocket so that he can start his short venture toward his new companion. Hand slowly extending out, waiting for him to shake his hand with that light, but friendly smile.]
Zhou Zishu. Welcome to my humble farm. It is a pleasure to be able to see you in person.
[Without hesitating, he motions him toward the soil, where he was just replanting some of the flowers he had been growing in his bedroom.]
[ There's a brief pause while he gives the extended hand a puzzled look, but eventually reaches out to meet it a bit gingerly. When all that happens is that he finds his hand momentarily gripped, Zhou Zishu can only file that peculiar little exchange away for later.
His attention is immediately taken by the grounds anyway, attention flickering around briefly before he settles into a graceful kneel in the dirt. ]
You're taking care of all this yourself?
[ It's an impressive amount of work, even someone with no real farm experience can tell that much. ]
[Astralin takes a step back once he shakes his hand, and he slips his gardening gloves back on. Never one to stop working, even when there were guests on the farm, like right now. Going back to particularly beautiful flower, that he doesn't hesitate to water with the watering can beside him. The other one reaching for it with his free hand; his hand glowing momentarily as he embeds the flower with his ice magic.]
Yes, of course. It is nothing too hard, really. I take care of the farm back at home as well, so this is just my normal work.
[He stands up once more, and turns his gaze over to Zhou Zishu, wondering what kind of background this man had. He looked... Regal? In a way? But he wasn't sure. Maybe some sort of noble? He wasn't going to pry.]
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prompt b (flowers and vegetables/fruit)
Feel free to ask him about his special pots, because otherwise, he's just going to keep to himself and replant the flowers on the field. There was quite a lot of flowers to be replanted, and planted in general, with the Aldrip locals providing him seeds and the seeds that he managed to get from the naga. He also won't mind if you want planting tips, or if you want to help! The man does need help!]
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She is one of those who is very interested in the pots. She's never seen anything like them and though she's tempted to touch, these all look very special and particular. It would be more polite to look and not touch. At least right now.
Doesn't stop her from inviting herself right into Astralin's personal space.]
Hello! Whatcha doing?
[She knows the answer already. She just wants to make conversation before she tries to force her way in.]
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Ah, Lady Aerith. I am repotting these plants, and putting them into the soil. Although, I am not entirely sure what I will do with the vases, as I created them myself...
[He trails off, and genuinely opens up his space to her by taking a step forward, over the soil. Still keeping a mutual distance between the two, of course, but Aerith was now able to see the intricacies upon the pot. Patterns etched into the pot to give it a different look from the rest.]
I do hope those flowers made it to you in one piece.
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When he makes mention of the flowers he’d sent to her before, she perks right up (as if she wasn’t there already). Grinning from ear to ear, she sets her attention back onto him.]
They did! I’m taking very good care of them now, though I’m sure that they miss you a great deal. I’ll have to find a way to thank you.
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[Except for Hrist, but she isn't here right now. Still, he trusts Aerith a great deal to take care of those flowers. Especially since he grew them with her in mind and all. Their conversation upon meeting had certainly stuck with him, and he trusted her a great deal. He's sure that they'll stay in bloom for as long as possible, with her taking care of them and all.]
Have you been well? Did you adventure out of Aldrip when those refrigerators broke?
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[She asks it teasingly. There's little reason Astralin would know the true nature of her person, what she's been through, what strange, otherworldly abilities she's come packed with, or the other little secrets that make up the young woman known as Aerith Gainsborough. But there are some in this world who are extraordinarily sharp. Wouldn't surprise her at all to find that Astralin is one of them.
Aerith nods when he makes mention of the little misadventure regarding the refrigerators. And a poor unfortunate repairman who got caught up in that. And the bittersweet ache that proper goodbyes don't appear to be a thing in this world.]
I did. I'd like to say that I helped repair stuff, but that's probably not true. I probably caused more upset than I actually helped. But I guess all that ends well is... well? However that goes. No one's starving. That's probably a win.
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Re: prompt b (flowers and vegetables/fruit)
[ At the far edge of the flowerbed, Marianne holds the reins of a horse and gently coaxes her away from the plants. After the frightening ordeal in the forest the other day, she's taken Willow out for a calming walk, to let the horse graze and spoil her a bit.
The glint of ice shimmering in the sunlight had caught her attention, and she'd led them over to take a closer look at the curious pots. Though it would seem her horse finds the flowers more delightful than the pottery. Seeing the man hard at work in the field, Marianne bows apologetically. ]
Good day. I'm sorry about the trouble.
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Good day, Miss. It is no trouble at all... Here.
[He wasn't upset about the flowers. In fact, he had a soft spot for animals, and now had some of his own here. So, without hesitating, he reaches for his pocket, and offers up a large carrot to the horse. His other hand reaching out toward it's mane, and running his fingers through it in a calming, soft motion.]
Here you are, my dear. It is much more appetizing than a flower.
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Thank you. I'm glad to see her appetite has returned.
[ She sighs happily. She's been worried for Willow. After being lost and found in the woods, the spooked horse had been reluctant to leave the stables and jumped at mere shadows. It's taken a bit of coaxing to bring her out, and the soft and gentle way the man speaks to her no doubt reassures the anxious animal. ]
I'm Marianne and this is Willow.
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It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Marianne. I am Astralin. Astralin Turnont.
[Once the carrot is finished, his full attention turns to her now. A bit curious as to what happened to the animal, since she seemed relieved at something. Usually not one to pry, but again, he certainly had the biggest soft spots with animals.]
Ah? Did something happen to the poor thing? She is more than welcome to eat anything on the farm if it will bring her appetite back.
[BIG SOFTIE, YEP.]
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[ Willow is tense at first, snorting and watching the man stiffly, but once she's sensed that Astralin means no harm, she starts to relax into his hand, nudging against him and welcoming the affection. She even licks his fingers as if seeking more food. To see them getting on well warms Marianne's heart. ]
Willow accompanied us on the expedition to Rumpitur and was spooked by strange noises. [ She explains, stroking the horse's mane. ] She ran off and we searched frantically for her, but it was a while before we could find her. She's been uneasy since then.
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It seems that farming is in your blood. That didn’t take you very long at all.
[The knight has a bad habit of concealing his presence, so Astralin may not notice his arrival if he’s not paying attention. Hopefully it’s not too frightening. Młynar knows it terrified his nieces back in Kazimierz, since that sudden arrival often meant that harsh drills were about to begin.]
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No, it did not. Although, I am mostly at this point due to the kindness of Aldrip's citizens... They did most of the building, and allowed me to work on my flowers and vegetables. I believe I also have some livestock coming in as well, but I will not be eating any of those animals. I rarely eat meat to begin with.
[They definitely have something in common. Though, with that being said, he does drop what he's doing so he can actually have a conversation with Mlynar. Not hesitating to take a step forward, as he reaches for a fresh orange from one of his indoor plants. Happily offering it to Mlynar as a gift for visiting him on his farm.]
Please, do try one. They are very sweet when they are fresh.
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Back in Kazimierz, you’ll usually only find rich corporate types enjoying these. You spoil me, Astralin.
[Looks like Astralin is humble and polite as ever. It’s refreshing- albeit unfamiliar. Most of his companions back on Terra had very forceful personalities. Mlynar would usually consider this kind of behaviour to be suspicious flattery, but he knew the man well enough to put aside such thoughts.]
It’s quite impressive. Though I confess I know little of farming. When I wandered the land, I once vaporized some rocks to help a farmer set up a new field, but that's about the sum of it.
[Though it was one hell of a sight for the locals. Seeing boulders reduced to nothing by pillars of radiant light was a blessing in the time it saved, and something approaching a miracle for those present.]
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Is that so? Well, do stay for awhile so I can provide more fruits for you, Sir Mlynar.
[With not much effort, he extends his hand out and mutters something underneath his breath. A bright light quickly shining on top of his hand, before something begins to form at the palm. Ice weaving intricately into a basket, that Astralin brings close to him. The man kneeling down to some of the fruit trees that were waiting to be picked.]
Ah? Is that so? Then perhaps I could call on you for help, should the need arise. Which may be soon, if some of these rocks are hard to move.
[Mlynar actually gets a sincere chuckle out of Astralin. The man lost in thought, as his lips curve into a gentle, light smile. Always finding himself at peace when picking his fruit, or flowers.]
You mentioned rich corporate types only having fruit... Is it hard to come by in your world?
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I’m unaccustomed to staying in one place for long. But I suppose I can make an exception for someone who has been so good to me. Besides, I’ve decided that I am fond of your oranges.
[Młynar is about to follow the comment with a laugh, but is given pause by the sight of Astralin using magic without a focus. Back where in the world of Terra, the only people who could do that were afflicted with a terrible disease called oripathy, which slowly turns its victims' bodies into crystal. It catches him off guard, and the knight has to visibly collect himself, taking a deep breath and reminding himself that things are different here.]
As for the fruit, it is rare where I come from. There are tropical nations where you’ll find fruits, but my homeland of Kazimierz has rather cold and inhospitable winters that make growing fruits difficult. We have apple, blueberry, and raspberry farms, but most others are imported from abroad.
[The Kuranta man hopes that his response seemed professional and natural enough to not rouse any suspicions about his internal panic. Still, he had never been the best at keeping a poker face. His twitching ears and swishing tail often gave him away.]
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But he needed to touch some grass.
It was a breath of fresh air walk down the paths out of the city, and it's easy enough to find his way to the budding farm. He can already sense the multitude of plants in the ground, and it makes him happy to see the tender care they seem to be receiving. He's taking it all in, when he spots one that seems to be sagging a bit. He crouches next to his, reaching out to it and pouring his magic out. The plant immediately started to perk up, even growing and blooming more than the others around it.
Much better.]
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Still, he was thankful that the stranger helped with his crop. It prompts him to reach for one of the fresh apples that he would happily offer to the stranger. Not hesitating to step forward to regard the stranger with a barely light, but still visible smile. The hand that had the apple in it, offered up with a gentle nudge.
From the looks of it, the apple looks to be perfectly fine, and in good shape. In fact, it looks like it'd be sweet, and crisp.]
Fascinating. I thought Sir Dohalim, and I were the only ones able to infuse magic into crop. I see that we are not the only ones now...
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All the same, he looks up at the stranger as the other man approaches, graciously accepting the apple. It's beautiful, he can whole heartedly admit.]
That you aren't. [Ven offers his free hand, still grasping the apple in his other.] Name's Ven. I just got here not too long ago. Is this your farm?
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I will have to see these powers once more. When it calls for it, of course. I am fascinated by those that can revive, and preserve plants, such as myself.
[Ven's powers seem to top his own for reviving, however. Even he had trouble doing what he did, when it came to their natural death.]
Ah, another chosen. So I take it that you have a parchment as well?
[He pauses to nod.]
Quite right. Welcome to my humble farm, Ven. My name is Astralin.
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I'd be glad to be of assistance with your farm, anytime you require.
[As for the question about the parchment, he nods. At least he's somewhat used to being labelled a criminal, given the human kingdom had labelled him one years ago.]
Thank you for the welcome, Astralin. It's a very well done farm, if I might add. [His people taught humans farming techniques many, many years ago, so it's neat to see those techniques weren't just unique to his world.]
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so late, apologies
Well. Not farming, probably. He'd make a terrible farmer. But the growing things...maybe.
He walks quietly out of habit, but he's not particularly trying to hide his presence as he makes his way towards the figure bent over the flowerbeds. When he comes to a stop, it's a respectful distances away, hands tucked into his long sleeves as he bows slightly. ]
Astralin Turnont. Thank you for inviting me.
never apologize!! I will backtag forever.
In turn, he bows as well -- a fairly friendly smile appearing on his face when their gazes meet. His hands quickly taking off the gloves, and throwing them into his pocket so that he can start his short venture toward his new companion. Hand slowly extending out, waiting for him to shake his hand with that light, but friendly smile.]
Zhou Zishu. Welcome to my humble farm. It is a pleasure to be able to see you in person.
[Without hesitating, he motions him toward the soil, where he was just replanting some of the flowers he had been growing in his bedroom.]
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His attention is immediately taken by the grounds anyway, attention flickering around briefly before he settles into a graceful kneel in the dirt. ]
You're taking care of all this yourself?
[ It's an impressive amount of work, even someone with no real farm experience can tell that much. ]
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Yes, of course. It is nothing too hard, really. I take care of the farm back at home as well, so this is just my normal work.
[He stands up once more, and turns his gaze over to Zhou Zishu, wondering what kind of background this man had. He looked... Regal? In a way? But he wasn't sure. Maybe some sort of noble? He wasn't going to pry.]
What are you interested in?
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