video; un: riftdancer

[thavnairian]

WHO: Amal and you!
WHERE: The network
WHEN: March 3rd
WHAT: Amal looks for a new place to live.
WARNINGS: None

[Amal is very happy to have his foremost traveling companion, but this also presents some logistical difficulties. The video clicks on to show him at the park with trees in the background.]

I would like to announce that my days of couch surfing are over. This would be cause for celebration, except now I have to actually figure out a place to live that isn't an apartment.

You see, I found my best friend wandering around near my work...

[A giant dark eye and crimson feathers invade the frame. Amal reaches up and pats the mysterious beast. A better angle illuminates some kind of giant fluffy bird with a princess crown on its head.]

This is Lady Dansara, the most elegant and beauteous of chocobos. [Amal introduces her with a flourish. The bird preens.] And like any proper lady of refined taste, she deserves silk sheets and plenty of straw to lay in.

[Dansara gives an answering kweh!. It's almost as if she can understand what's being said.]

I need a place with some green space but a house is far too big for yours truly—even accounting for the pole room. So! If you need a place to stay and you don't mind a few quirks, let's talk.

Comments

[thaumewturge]

Or multiple!

[He did, and if they ever realize they're talking about the same people they can agree on that.]

I'm no where near as vicious as others, but apparently my glasses make me that much more intimidating. That, or they think my squinting is glaring.

[thavnairian]

Intimidating? I think that's all in the posture. The attitude. I find them very fetching on you, personally.

Glasses make me look and feel old. I'm only in my twenties, I don't need them to read just yet...

[thaumewturge]

Well, admittedly, I usually hear that after I've been caught lecturing someone on being a right idiot.

[Estinien. Thancred. Urianger. Occasionally the twins. Krile, on one memorable occasion.]

--wait, no, no, no. You're not allowed to feel old, I am recently thirty...or maybe thirty-one? Thirty-two? In my thirties, and I've had these since I was a girl, no.

[She lost count on the First.]

[thavnairian]

[He barks a laugh.]

I don't think it counts if you've been wearing them your whole life. But for me, I'm more of the... act first, think later type. Looking even the slightest bit scholarly is strange for me.

If I could be a scholar of stabbing, though, that might be different. A major miss on Sharlayan's part, I must say.

[thaumewturge]

I do actually know a man from Sharlayan who specialized in survival, and he is very good at stabbing, but I feel as if the two aren't quite connected. It is Sharlayan, after all. They'd never encourage studies of warfare.

[thavnairian]

Survival, huh?

[... Sounds like Thancred, but Amal has also never asked.]

I'd venture it's more about the techniques and the technology than the stabbing, in that case. Sharlayan is more likely to promote good cooking than warfare.

[thaumewturge]

[You know that face cats make when they are disgusted?

Yeah, Rhel is making that face.]

Twelve. Had the misfortune of trying Sharlayan cooking, have you?

[Is Amal a Scion? She knows that Archon loaf was making the rounds when they got back from the First because no one could believe something so vile was considered food.]

[thavnairian]

[Amal laughs.]

I don't need to try it. Smelling it is enough of a crime in itself. There's a reason we make breaded fish, not fished bread!

[Welp.]

[thaumewturge]

I ate it. My friends were worried I'd used too much of my aether again and insisted.

[She makes the face again.]

They still owe me for that. Urgh.

[thavnairian]

Oh gods. You poor soul.

[He does the standard Eorzean prayer gesture.]

May you rest easy in the afterlife, unburdened by Sharlayan's culinary failures.

[thaumewturge]

[Hand to her forehead all dramatic.]

And I like fish. Just not in my damned bread.

[thavnairian]

As anyone would, had they tastebuds!

How Sharlayan hasn't poisoned themselves out of existence I'll never know. Every day I thank the gods I was born in Thavnair and not a place where they haven't even heard of pepper.

[thaumewturge]

And bless Thavnair and Radz-at-Han for those peppers, we are all better off for them. I swear, I am no culinarian but I may make it my goal to introduce more actual flavor into Sharlayan, as a favor to my friends and little Rhel who wanted to study there.