makesthings | (no subject)

Entry tags:

kait

(no subject)

The idea of being there when she studying is just nice and he really should have done more on the commission than he has already.

So he decided to grab a mixture of things and asked Bar for something to eat and she provided him with a simple basket with snacks in it.

Once he was sure he hadn't forgotten anything, then he knocked.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Most Charter spells are tied to a series of sounds like songs or whistles so it should be possible. I just need to make it something that a child can do."

"Good luck," she says, opening her book again.

"Thanks."

Once he starts writing and working as she reads time passes quickly. Its only when the things from the basket start to smell good that he looks over,

"Hungry?"

"Always."

Beat as she looks up.

"But I will admit to being particularly famished at the moment."

"I haven't looked inside so I'm not sure what she gave us. Its closest to you."

Some of the gears are pushed to the side though there is something starting to appear in front of him.

"...this shall be interesting, then," Kait comments, closing her book and pushing it to the side before standing to peer in. And it is, at the same time as boringly normal. Some fruit and pastries (both meat and others, some kept warm in a container), as well as two glasses and a bottle of cordial.

When she opens it, he grins and leans over to snag a pastry,

"I didn't get a chance to get one of these during the Winter Festival."

His speed reminds her of her brothers, and she snorts softly with laughter as she grabs one for herselg.

"Too busy?"

A few years at a boarding school teach you to be quick and he was good at cricket and rugby,

"I had to dance the Bird of Dawning though I'm not sure you could call what I did dancing. At least the bruises are gone."

"The...Bird of Dawning?"

"There's this dance that happens during the festival, the proper performers are on stilts being all these Winter sprites. I dance through them in this horrible costume holding the Sprig of Spring."

"...oh." She bites into the pastry, trying to muffle a sudden smirk.

"Yellow striped stockings and feathers."

He waves the pastry at her to make his point.

"Yellow feathers?"

"Gold feathers and it was heavy and they're supposed to try and trip me up."

"On stilts."

"Stilts hurt and I kind of tripped one of them up so they were out to get me. I had horrible bruises."

The combination of his words, the mental image, and the way he is shaking the pastry at her make Kait tip her head back and laugh.

When she starts laughing, he glares at her and eats the pastry.

Then he finally gives up and flicks some crumbs at her,

"They were impressive bruises."

"But they are all gone now."

"Yes."

Her logic is very unhelpful so he grabs another pastry from the basket,

"How's the reading going?"

Kait's fallen from a third story window with no injuries lasting more than a day; physical ailments do not really exist in her world view. She is also a history student, and thus easily distracted by scholarly woes.

"Frustrating. There is so much behind the lines, and that's not mentioning the contradictions." She glares at her book. "I half wish at least one of these people was still alive so I could ask what was actually going on."

"Well, its politics and things get odd when you have gaps too. What's not making sense?"

He's tall enough that he can lean over to peer at the book.

Kait tells him exactly what is not making sense, in enough detail that if she were writing it, half the things she says would be in footnotes. It starts with a merchant banker with a toy monkey, and ends in the Five Families only narrowly agreeing that a civil war would be bad for business.

At the end, Kait stops and takes a long drink.

By the end of the explanation, he's just looking at her with a lot of respect,

"Are civil wars avoided a lot?"