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.
[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.]
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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.]