The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
She grins at his words, clearly pleased to be praised so. ”I have seen Ascended drink. Not that you will get drunk, though perhaps that is a boon. Not sure the taste is quite the same, but maybe simply the memory of it.” She shrugs, because she has no way of knowing, except what others describe to her. Though she has definitely seen Wessex down some whiskey.
”For now, they will be busy preparing, and until the snows get too bad, they will continue to prepare.” He has lived here for a few years, so perhaps he knows this, but she’ll reiterate if so. After all, she has lived here longer. ”Eventually though, they may get bored. There’s a point in Deepfrost where they grow tired even of drinking. My unsolicited advice, simply be present. Show your face regularly. If they think you are good for Halo, if they think you are one of us, they won’t ask too many questions.” It shouldn’t be that hard for him, as he’d done similarly before. ”Lucky for you, there is very little sun during Deepfrost,” she adds with a wink.
The Warden shrugs out of his coat, and she is pleased to watch him settle in, rather than looking as if he’s ready to run back out the door at the lack of Sunjata. She listens as he answers her question, leaning on the bar, elbows holding her up. ”A good political speech,” she says, and though there’s a bit of challenge there, it’s also clear she accepts the answer. ”The real question is, how do we do those things?” She cocks her head slightly, curious.
”For now, they will be busy preparing, and until the snows get too bad, they will continue to prepare.” He has lived here for a few years, so perhaps he knows this, but she’ll reiterate if so. After all, she has lived here longer. ”Eventually though, they may get bored. There’s a point in Deepfrost where they grow tired even of drinking. My unsolicited advice, simply be present. Show your face regularly. If they think you are good for Halo, if they think you are one of us, they won’t ask too many questions.” It shouldn’t be that hard for him, as he’d done similarly before. ”Lucky for you, there is very little sun during Deepfrost,” she adds with a wink.
The Warden shrugs out of his coat, and she is pleased to watch him settle in, rather than looking as if he’s ready to run back out the door at the lack of Sunjata. She listens as he answers her question, leaning on the bar, elbows holding her up. ”A good political speech,” she says, and though there’s a bit of challenge there, it’s also clear she accepts the answer. ”The real question is, how do we do those things?” She cocks her head slightly, curious.
Weaver
