( open & closed ) july catch-all

[bloomly]

Who: aerith & you
When: throughout july
Where: solvunn, the horizon
What: catch-all for the month
Warnings: will update if applicable

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[gynvael]

[ He hasn't got a proper picture, no, but he can gather somewhat. Slums tells him she must live in a fairly large city, not a village. Explains its slightly scuffed edges—different than the rustic look of something built plainly by hand.

He pulls out a chair, sits. The smell of florals is strong in here, too. He picks up one of the stems. Remembers trimming Jaskier's flowers at his stalls, the bundles he'd helped the children with at the summit. ]

Snow, mountains. You can see it. [ He indicates southward where the looming fortress sits on the white peaks. If she ever walks by, it's hard to miss. ] I was raised there, but we return only in winter. Most of the year, I ride. One end of the Continent to the other. We make the path our home.

[ Does he like it? He does. It's what he knows, even if it isn't what he chose. Every tree and shrub and flowering bush is familiar. The wilds have never turned against him. If you understand it, it's there for you. ]

[bloomly]

Snow…

( there’s a soft echo of the word after him, thoughtful, as she sets her hands to the task of preparing the tea. this, too, should be done purposefully, rather than simply imagining something out of nowhere; it’s important, this sort of hospitality, and maybe there’s a part of her that wants to show that even with just the bud of their friendship—or, perhaps tolerance, on his part—she’s happy to water it with delicate care.

even thinking that, though, she’s silently willing the water to boil just a little faster. )

I’ve only seen snow a few times in my life. They keep the city pretty tempera—…te, wait, you ride? ( she says this as she leans back to look at him, a tea infuser between her fingers, half-packed with leaves. ) Ride where? To do what? Mercenary things, sword things?

( there’s a little wrinkle of her nose, shared with a smile, as she leans back in to tuck the infuser into the tea pot. )

It sounds exciting, but I’ll bet it can be annoying too, huh? Dealing with everyone’s demands. Cloud used to have to catch cats and fix roof tiles and things like that…

[gynvael]

[ There's a curious tilt to his head. Temperate. It sounds as if she's suggesting she lives in a city where the weather is controlled, but that can't be right. He's never heard of such a thing before, except with the magic of mages, he supposes. Never over an entire city, though.

What must it be like, to grow up in a place where snow is prevented from falling? ]

Sword things. [ He isn't a mercenary. ] I don't quite catch cats.

[ They'd never let him near, for one. Is that what Cloud did? He'd always presumed the man a soldier; he joined the military, behaved like a soldier. It was an easy assumption to make. But it doesn't strike him as too surprising to realize that Cloud was a...what. Did odd jobs? Apparently. ]

Is that how you met? He was catching your cat? [ He's teasing, just a hint, lurking somewhere under his deadpan. ]