'Siri'
Having given only a silent nod at the artists' condolences, Iris was happy to brush the unpleasant matter side. The season was far too turbulent for her liking, stirring up things best left buried. She was more than eager for the whole parade to be over.
Still, it stirred something in her. A need to honor the dead, even though doing so meant more to her than it ever will to them. She filled two of the glasses, handing one to Bastien and raising the other in silent cheers. "Not to worry, it won't go to waste. But you see my predicament. What sort of gift could I offer a man who can't enjoy base sensations? Can you get drunk, at least, or have you given that pleasure up, as well?" She looked to Amun for an explanation, thoroughly put off by the notion of liquor derived of all purpose.
"You've a keen palate, Bastien." An appreciative smile was sent his way. There was nothing like a drinking companion to soothe homesickness, even though he merely appeared to be humoring her. The Grounders' entertainment seem to lack in quantity and quality. Perhaps it was because of the spirit-dampening effect of overcast skies, the abundance of Ascended indifferent to earthly pleasures, or the tragic mood Ludo's season carried. Perhaps she just hadn't met the right people yet. "What do you do for fun in these parts, when ghosts aren't skulking about?"
Iris dug into her bag, pulling out the metal frame she'd just bought. Shaped like a rather standard lantern with a wooden base fitted in the bottom and a candle base fixed in its center, it would make Iris' crafting process quick and easy. She pulled out a dagger and started carving a message into the wood.
Still, it stirred something in her. A need to honor the dead, even though doing so meant more to her than it ever will to them. She filled two of the glasses, handing one to Bastien and raising the other in silent cheers. "Not to worry, it won't go to waste. But you see my predicament. What sort of gift could I offer a man who can't enjoy base sensations? Can you get drunk, at least, or have you given that pleasure up, as well?" She looked to Amun for an explanation, thoroughly put off by the notion of liquor derived of all purpose.
"You've a keen palate, Bastien." An appreciative smile was sent his way. There was nothing like a drinking companion to soothe homesickness, even though he merely appeared to be humoring her. The Grounders' entertainment seem to lack in quantity and quality. Perhaps it was because of the spirit-dampening effect of overcast skies, the abundance of Ascended indifferent to earthly pleasures, or the tragic mood Ludo's season carried. Perhaps she just hadn't met the right people yet. "What do you do for fun in these parts, when ghosts aren't skulking about?"
Iris dug into her bag, pulling out the metal frame she'd just bought. Shaped like a rather standard lantern with a wooden base fitted in the bottom and a candle base fixed in its center, it would make Iris' crafting process quick and easy. She pulled out a dagger and started carving a message into the wood.
