[Even if he visibly flinches at the sudden yelling from the next room. One can imagine his ears pinning back if he were a cat. He's gotten used to his nice quiet (mostly) life, but no matter how old he gets, he can't outrun the memories of being a soldier.
And boy are barracks FUCKING NOISY.]
What about the old relic you've carried around for the past ten years? [He's talking about himself, naturally.] Will that be passed down as well?
[Vittore's laugh is so rare. He's honored to hear it.]
The stoves that made celadon were built like temples. If you can point me towards a dragon kiln in this city, I would probably be able to make you something.
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[Even if he visibly flinches at the sudden yelling from the next room. One can imagine his ears pinning back if he were a cat. He's gotten used to his nice quiet (mostly) life, but no matter how old he gets, he can't outrun the memories of being a soldier.
And boy are barracks FUCKING NOISY.]
What about the old relic you've carried around for the past ten years? [He's talking about himself, naturally.] Will that be passed down as well?
[Vittore's laugh is so rare. He's honored to hear it.]
The stoves that made celadon were built like temples. If you can point me towards a dragon kiln in this city, I would probably be able to make you something.