fellowship season two - mishmash inn The Fellowship of the Thing - I'm bored. Time for Season 2!

[xinoehp512 he/him]

1 hour ago, Aes Sedai said:

“So you wish for me to ask people first?”

Obsidian shrugged. "I always ask first before I eat someone."

[PyroPhile]

Pyro eats his soup.

[Channelknight Fadran]

1 hour ago, Aes Sedai said:

“So you wish for me to ask people first?”

"I mean... I guess that's a start. But then again, people will only rarely answer a question like 'can I kill you' with total seriousness. You might end up hurting someone who only thought you were joking." Fadran sighed. "And also... man, I know you grew up thinking this, but assuming that death is the only good thing to come out of life is a really naive way to think. There are so many wonderful things that the Macrosmos has to offer: like good food, and art, and... I dunno. Music."

[Edema Rue she/her]

“I do not know what music is.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Oh, wonderful. Now we have a second thing to introduce you to."

[Edema Rue she/her]

Rayvyn shook her head. "The soup is good, but why? Why do you need to distract yourselfs from what will come to us all?"

[Channelknight Fadran]

"'Cause what's the point of just waiting around to die?"

[Edema Rue she/her]

"Why wait?"

[Channelknight Fadran]

"I mean, it's what you're doing."

[Edema Rue she/her]

Rayvyn stiffened. “That is different. I made a promise.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"What promise is that?"

[Edema Rue she/her]

“To continue living.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

Fadran leaned forwards. "For any particular reason?"

[Edema Rue she/her]

Rayvyn shrugs, looking into her bowl of soup. “To do what he asks.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"What's holding you to it? If you died it's not like he can do anything to you."

[Edema Rue she/her]

"No, it's..." she grunted. "I do not like words. He has magic. I cannot die without fighting against it." She shrugged. "And he is sort of dead. I do not know what he could do."

[Channelknight Fadran]

"I see." Fadran tapped the table. "Well, have you at all enjoyed staying alive?"

[Edema Rue she/her]

Rayvyn shrugged. “I suppose the people are not terrible. And your soup is good as well.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

"Well there you go." Fadran patted her on the head. "You're still just a kid. As you get older, things start feeling better. Stuff like good soup and warm fires might not seem so great now, but just wait until your back starts hurting in the morning and your muscles ache for no reason. The little pleasures are what make life worth living."

[Edema Rue she/her]

Rayvyn ducked under his hand, a knife halfway up before she realized what she was doing. “I do not think I believe you. But it makes no difference.”

[Channelknight Fadran]

He retracted his hand. "I... sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."

[Telrao she/her]

Eliira finished her soup and walked over to the sink, depositing her bowl. "Uh, Rayvyn?" She asked, "Do you like... ehm, art?"

Zirn'rii zipped over to Eliira and landed on her head, flapping his tiny transparent amber wings. Ooo - are you going to - Eliira quickly shushed him.

@Aes Sedai

[Edema Rue she/her]

Rayvyn looked at her for a long moment. “I cannot tell if you are mocking me, or if you people simply like using words I do not know.”

[Telrao she/her]

Eliira smiled, then held up her hands, focussing. Then, with a whoosh, a block of wood formed.

"Art is like... when you make things that you find pretty." She held up the wood block. "Art is like the soup we just had - it is tasty, because we want it to be, right?"

[Edema Rue she/her]

Rayvyn groaned. "May I eat it? If not, I do not understand what purpose it serves."