CHULANE
Weaver mentions a tattoo, and I raise my brows in surprise - not necessarily that she had gotten tattoos, but that there was a tattoo artist in Halo, of all places. I expected as much from the reputation of a place like Torchline (though I was yet to venture there myself, it sounded a lot like the beaches from before-home, and so I was keen to investigate further when the seasons permitted). I smile friendlily and comment, "Oh, nice." I nod at her comment of keeping it covered for at least a day despite the healing magic she no doubt already sought (or conjured herself? I was unsure). "Not a bad habit to keep," I agree, the doctor inside me still fascinated by the healing magics that exist in this world.
Her proposal surprises me again, but I welcome it all the same - it was nearing that time of afternoon where I didn't quite know what to do with myself, all the errands for the day had been run, all jobs that could be competed already completed; it would be nice to have something to focus my mind on, to busy my body and maybe do something useful in the meantime. "Happy to help," I confirm with a nod and a wide grin, placing my now-empty cup on the bar and moving towards her, pausing as I await her lead to where we would find this cider and the ingredients for whatever recipes were going to be cooked tonight.
"Which recipe has taken your fancy for this afternoon?" I enquire, curious because basically every recipe was new to me as a freshly arrived Outlander to these parts.
Her proposal surprises me again, but I welcome it all the same - it was nearing that time of afternoon where I didn't quite know what to do with myself, all the errands for the day had been run, all jobs that could be competed already completed; it would be nice to have something to focus my mind on, to busy my body and maybe do something useful in the meantime. "Happy to help," I confirm with a nod and a wide grin, placing my now-empty cup on the bar and moving towards her, pausing as I await her lead to where we would find this cider and the ingredients for whatever recipes were going to be cooked tonight.
"Which recipe has taken your fancy for this afternoon?" I enquire, curious because basically every recipe was new to me as a freshly arrived Outlander to these parts.
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
