[She glances over and there's a bit of a brightening to her expression. Ah! Team makings. Glancing at his hand, and noting the temperature difference... Well, you can't fault someone for physical limitations blocking them from performing some of the duties of a host.]
If you don't mind, I think I may.
[She'll just be. Careful about things. No sense in messing up any of Sparrow's goods, after all. As she sets about making tea, using a brief spell to reheat the water after she pours it over her leaves and lets it steep, she speaks.]
Enough people know of my king that I feel it's generally safe enough to assume they know of some of my sphere's gods.
In any case, that does make it easier. I'm not sure how safe it is to name too many names so close to our host's place of power. Some seem to be perfectly safe, though, so it's possible that, if he is listening, he doesn't recognize them for what they are. Still, I've been too nervous to even mention this to my team.
I've gathered three of Gleipnir's six ingredients. And two replacements, but I'm praying that, if I can pass them off to someone outside, perhaps through the wolf priestess, they can lay hands on the proper ingredients and not just something that might be close enough to forge a new ribbon. No one here has the power, the tools, nor the skill for such a working, I believe. And if it comes to using it, only another god might get close enough for a binding.
[She stirs her cup and glances around, searching for the Admiral.]
The final true ingredient I can lay hands on here in our host's territory... is the sound of a cat's foot steps. That's what I've come to ask you for. I could just as easily ask the Admiral himself, of course, but we've discussed that.
[He listens to that, hearing the Admiral coming down the stairs from his room and kneels down to pick up the big fluff ball of a cat.
But he's still listening and that is... That's something. He isn't sure how safe it is to think about, let alone openly discuss, things like this. The Eye is curious, even more than Jon himself is. It wants to know more.
"Only another god". Ha. What a joke that Tryse has no idea she's telling.]
I see. I've no problem with it. I don't think he does either. [He glances at the cat who is happily sniffing at his face, rubbing against the stubble growing into a full facial hair now. He should work on that.]
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Re: I never got a notif for this wtf
Date: 2023-08-11 02:59 am (UTC)If you don't mind, I think I may.
[She'll just be. Careful about things. No sense in messing up any of Sparrow's goods, after all. As she sets about making tea, using a brief spell to reheat the water after she pours it over her leaves and lets it steep, she speaks.]
Enough people know of my king that I feel it's generally safe enough to assume they know of some of my sphere's gods.
In any case, that does make it easier. I'm not sure how safe it is to name too many names so close to our host's place of power. Some seem to be perfectly safe, though, so it's possible that, if he is listening, he doesn't recognize them for what they are. Still, I've been too nervous to even mention this to my team.
I've gathered three of Gleipnir's six ingredients. And two replacements, but I'm praying that, if I can pass them off to someone outside, perhaps through the wolf priestess, they can lay hands on the proper ingredients and not just something that might be close enough to forge a new ribbon. No one here has the power, the tools, nor the skill for such a working, I believe. And if it comes to using it, only another god might get close enough for a binding.
[She stirs her cup and glances around, searching for the Admiral.]
The final true ingredient I can lay hands on here in our host's territory... is the sound of a cat's foot steps. That's what I've come to ask you for. I could just as easily ask the Admiral himself, of course, but we've discussed that.
Re: I never got a notif for this wtf
Date: 2023-08-18 09:31 am (UTC)But he's still listening and that is... That's something. He isn't sure how safe it is to think about, let alone openly discuss, things like this. The Eye is curious, even more than Jon himself is. It wants to know more.
"Only another god". Ha. What a joke that Tryse has no idea she's telling.]
I see. I've no problem with it. I don't think he does either. [He glances at the cat who is happily sniffing at his face, rubbing against the stubble growing into a full facial hair now. He should work on that.]