11-20-2019, 11:13 AM
[font=trebuchet ms]Creative pyromania was unlikely to be appreciated by Elysium's residents, that was true. Rin had known her fair share of pyromaniacs over the course of her lifetime- even befriending some of them- but she couldn't say she'd be especially happy to see another patch of Elysium territory going up in flames. She'd lost too many homes to fire's destructive capacity.
Rin had, at the time, been writing a list of items for the public discussion. What they would do with apprentices was at the top of the list, of course, as was the matter of the market festival, but she had figured there were probably smaller topics worth discussing as well if time permitted. Other potential event ideas, ambassador positions, possible alliances, and the like were all important to determine at some point.
The sudden sound of someone banging on the door made her jump slightly, the ink streaking across the page in a stark departure from her legible, if messy, script. As Lemy's voice echoed shortly after, Rin heaved a sigh of mixed relief and irritation. On one hand, she wasn't under attack, and no one was in desperate need of medical attention. On the other, Lemy really ought to learn that pounding on someone's door unexpectedly was a great way to give them a heart attack.
It sounded like he just wanted to talk, and maybe spar or fish. Definitely not urgent enough to warrant the loud noise, but Rin set down the paper and walked towards the door anyway. Opening the door, she gave Lemy a weary look. "This door's not very stable, I'd prefer you be careful not to break it," she remarked, twitching her tail. This town was old, after all, and she didn't know how long this particular house had existed- probably long enough that the door was worn down inside.
Blinking, she continued, "I suppose I have time to talk. Ask any question you like, but I can't promise I'll know the answer." Or be willing to give the answer, depending on how invasive Lemy felt like being. He'd probably be in the majority of creatures who wouldn't pry for sensitive information, but there were always those few creatures who wanted to know everything.
Rin had, at the time, been writing a list of items for the public discussion. What they would do with apprentices was at the top of the list, of course, as was the matter of the market festival, but she had figured there were probably smaller topics worth discussing as well if time permitted. Other potential event ideas, ambassador positions, possible alliances, and the like were all important to determine at some point.
The sudden sound of someone banging on the door made her jump slightly, the ink streaking across the page in a stark departure from her legible, if messy, script. As Lemy's voice echoed shortly after, Rin heaved a sigh of mixed relief and irritation. On one hand, she wasn't under attack, and no one was in desperate need of medical attention. On the other, Lemy really ought to learn that pounding on someone's door unexpectedly was a great way to give them a heart attack.
It sounded like he just wanted to talk, and maybe spar or fish. Definitely not urgent enough to warrant the loud noise, but Rin set down the paper and walked towards the door anyway. Opening the door, she gave Lemy a weary look. "This door's not very stable, I'd prefer you be careful not to break it," she remarked, twitching her tail. This town was old, after all, and she didn't know how long this particular house had existed- probably long enough that the door was worn down inside.
Blinking, she continued, "I suppose I have time to talk. Ask any question you like, but I can't promise I'll know the answer." Or be willing to give the answer, depending on how invasive Lemy felt like being. He'd probably be in the majority of creatures who wouldn't pry for sensitive information, but there were always those few creatures who wanted to know everything.
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