Leather and fine wine

[shardofwinter]

The days are getting darker, the air has started to bite. Naturally this means that a certain Winter spirit is starting to brighten. With Hazel's beautiful influence all around him, he's been spurred on to keep busy and ready himself to do an equally (if not better) job. While people may have seen him marching around the Nexus, often with full arms, today he's taking the time to stay in the Nexus to do a little work. Back on his world the weather took a turn into torrential rain. Here, however, it's dry. Cold, blustery, but dry.

Reynard has his trademark leather coat spread out on one of the tables in the Plaza. Two pairs of boots are waiting on the ground, one pair noticeably newer and smaller than the other. His feathered hat rests on one of the chairs, carefully weighted down with a brush. Perhaps it's no surprise then that Reynard is dressed rather lightly then, with his coat all laid out. It's around this table that Reynard moves, brushing and wiping and occasionally taking a sip from a cup. Those who approach will be met with the rich scent of mulled wine and the more cloying smell of whatever he's using to treat the leather.

Finally he pauses for a moment, thinking over his cup before asking, "What is your least desirable quality? What could you stand to improve about yourself?"

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[coldsong]

"If it's a lesson to do with the fact that they die and go where I cannot follow, I've learned it already, and choose to ignore it," he says quietly. "A very long time ago."

He tilts his head, watching him work on the boots curiously for a moment, but opts not to ask who they're for. This has been an interesting conversation, and possibly useful even above and beyond whiling the time away, but maybe ending it on an upnote seems prudent.

Even Loki can be prudent sometimes.

"If it's something else entirely, then I will simply wait to be taught," he says cheerfully, after a brief pause. "And in the meantime, I think I will leave you to your work."

"Farewell, for now. I look forward to meeting you again later...although you'll forgive me if I dodge you during the height of the season. I would hate for there to be misunderstandings."

[shardofwinter]

Reynard simply smiles back. It's one thing to choose not to learn more, and another to give nothing away. While the spirit's lack of response may well be marginally irritating, it does comply with the god's choice to leave the topic be. The best outcome, from Reynard's point of view.

"A wise choice," he says to talk of avoiding trouble. It's better for them both. Uncharacteristic for both, too, but they can at least pretend. "Safe travels, Loptr."