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nexus_crossings2021-05-31 06:11 pm
mosthonest) wrote in nexus_crossings2021-05-31 06:11 pm
Cue Some Timeless Theatrics
There's a strange breeze in the plaza. That's not that weird, there always seem to be odd air currents rippling through it, but this one feels warm and Mediterranean--smells like hot sand and heady spices. And if you listened hard enough you might be able to hear the sea birds and polyglot babble it carries in from the jostling marketplace in Cyprus.
It seems to wrap around Iago, sitting at a table on which there are a few empty cups. From all outward appearances, he's no one exceptional. A seasoned, weary soldier on his off time. Simple well-worn tunic, rough hands, wide and honest face with a few scars. Simple, open smile. He gestures to the seats across from him. Classic Nexus set-up, just another soul looking to share a drink.
"I am often long away from my native land. And often do my thoughts linger on it, some parts of it I miss dearly as my heart would miss blood, as my body would miss breath." He's already offhandedly pouring wine into a cup for himself from a drawn leather sack, and now some for you.
"Knowest thou that feeling? Come, tell. I have learned the taste of wine is richer seasoned with tales of home."
[*waves* Old, old timey occasional player here. So glad to see these communities are still popping!]
It seems to wrap around Iago, sitting at a table on which there are a few empty cups. From all outward appearances, he's no one exceptional. A seasoned, weary soldier on his off time. Simple well-worn tunic, rough hands, wide and honest face with a few scars. Simple, open smile. He gestures to the seats across from him. Classic Nexus set-up, just another soul looking to share a drink.
"I am often long away from my native land. And often do my thoughts linger on it, some parts of it I miss dearly as my heart would miss blood, as my body would miss breath." He's already offhandedly pouring wine into a cup for himself from a drawn leather sack, and now some for you.
"Knowest thou that feeling? Come, tell. I have learned the taste of wine is richer seasoned with tales of home."
[*waves* Old, old timey occasional player here. So glad to see these communities are still popping!]
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"My home is Boston, Massachusetts, though I also was recently living in New York City," Esther explains. "And both those places were...not great."
She's sort of curious about the sword, but says nothing yet about it.
"I don't miss being crazy, basically. That's the short answer."
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"I see. Some quality of the land induced a madness? I have heard there are some certain places where to eat of a particular blossom's root or drink the waters of a hallowed spring creates a kind of pleasant forgetting, or a vicious humor."
There is talk of, and may very well be, gods and fairies wandering around his world so a magic spring is the least strange thing he might encounter. Sailors and travelers do have the most outlandish tales, and he's seen plenty of strange things himself, so he's never sure if he fully believes that kind of thing.
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"Not...exactly," she replies, looking down and feeling a little embarrassed. "I...kind went a little crazy all on my own."
The places she's been just remind her of that, is all.