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 Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2016 4:14 pm
Speak with him? Fallon took a moment to think on it. Had she really wanted to speak with the stranger that day on the beach? Well, she did think that the gods had put him there for a reason. So eventually she nodded her head. "Yes, I felt as though Lurin and Dafiel had wanted me to speak with the odd man." Of course she hadn't gotten to. It was in the past now, though, so she couldn't dwell on it. "Did you want to help me cut some blooms to take to your.. Ottolo?" Fallon wasn't sure what else to call them. Essentially this mainlander was Zekiel's find.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 9:54 am
“Perhaps the gods will present another chance that you might then,” Zekiel said, eyes warm with the thought. “I would have so many words to share, I should think—if they all used the same as ours, but perhaps they have other words that we do not know of?” The prospect of other languages had been fascinating to Zekiel from the moment he heard of it, though of course he’d never been exposed to any such thing. But still, the thought was there.
At the mention of the reason he’d come, however, his attention refocused, and he nodded, smile brightening to show his teeth briefly.
“Oh, yes. I would like that very much. How many might I take that would be a good number do you think? I quite like eight,” he said. “Or four. They can be split into piles of the same number and have company. Or perhaps six. Or three that are always together.” And then, because she had said the name questioningly, Zekiel added, “He is Ottolo. It isn’t the name he came with, but as he said he couldn’t give me that, I gave him one to keep while he is here or as long as he likes if it pleases him and he accepted it.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 11:00 am
Now there was something. Would their words be understood by a mainlander? She had heard that the yellow skinned women that were brought to the place spoke a different language. Though she was not too keen on the idea of speaking to any of them. As Zekiel agreed to picking some flowers she grinned as well. "Perfect! Oh, eight sounds good. You pick four and I pick four?" Fallon wanted to at least help in gathering the flowers. Of course she had been the one to grow them, so there was that. "Uhm, I don't have a vase though." She blinked for a moment and looked around. What did she have to put the flowers in? A pitcher! Quickly she half jogged over to pick up the metal pitcher. "Will this be alright?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 1:14 pm
Zekiel beamed. “Yes.”
Immediately after her suggestion, he moved, studying the plants and picking those which already looked most healthy, so that they would not suffer for the loss of a bloom here or there, and when he selected his blooms, he ran his fingers down, severing them off low enough on the stalk that there would be a means both for keeping them in the desired container and allowing them to drink water until they eventually wilted. Fortunately, with fresh water they ought to last a good duration.
After picking his four, Zekiel held them together, turning at Fallon’s latter question and nodding. “It should be wondrous,” he said. “Thank you. I am sure Ottolo will be pleased not to have only the stones and shadows to look at when the sun rests under the skyline.”
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2016 2:28 pm
She was pleased that her improvisation would work and then set to work on finding the best flowers to pick for Ottolo. Fallon looked for the brightest of the blooms. Once she had her four she put them with the four that Zekiel had picked and into the pitcher of water they went. "There we go." The young priestess stated happily. She handed the pitcher to Ze. "They're all set for delivery." Fallon was quite pleased with the look of them.
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