CHULANE
A nod tilts my head as she comments on Halo's general acceptance of those called Abandoned, curious to note the difference between their seemingly easy acceptance versus the struggles that Jigano described in the Hallowed Grounds. But it made sense to me - I could hardly judge anyone for their species, new and uneducated as I was. "I should think being able to conjure fire in the palm of your hand in this kind of environment is a definite selling point." I say with a warm laugh and a smile, wondering what else she could do, but choosing not to ask for a demonstration outright. Not here and now, anyway - perhaps when I plucked up the courage to ask for more training in areas of combat, I would get to see more. For now, I was satiated, and happy to move the focus back to the cider brewing.
"When my mates would do a home brew, they managed it similar," I offer as a way of easily accepting her words, my eyes running over the notes she had taken of past and current brews. "Though they sometimes got impatient and have ruined more than one home brew by cracking it open too early," another chuckle rumbles in my chest as I think back on the memories. "As long as it had alcohol though, they were pretty easy to satisfy." I wasn't a huge consumer of alcohol, I didn't enjoy the feeling of less control over my own body and thoughts, the greater likelihood that I would say or do something that would hurt one I care about - and as long as another's actions didn't adversely affect me or one I care about, I didn't care what they drank either. "How did you come to learn all of this?" I ask, hoping to continue the easy flow of conversation we've been sharing.
"When my mates would do a home brew, they managed it similar," I offer as a way of easily accepting her words, my eyes running over the notes she had taken of past and current brews. "Though they sometimes got impatient and have ruined more than one home brew by cracking it open too early," another chuckle rumbles in my chest as I think back on the memories. "As long as it had alcohol though, they were pretty easy to satisfy." I wasn't a huge consumer of alcohol, I didn't enjoy the feeling of less control over my own body and thoughts, the greater likelihood that I would say or do something that would hurt one I care about - and as long as another's actions didn't adversely affect me or one I care about, I didn't care what they drank either. "How did you come to learn all of this?" I ask, hoping to continue the easy flow of conversation we've been sharing.
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
