No. Um - this is my first time going out into Kirkwall since I arrived.
[ She idly coats the damp railing of the boat in ice, a thoughtless use of magic of the sort that's far more common in the North than down here where magic is a threat. ]
...yeah, mostly in the evening, [he replies with a touch of evasion, not feeling any particular need to go into his dream-plagued nighttime escapades. The world can be so pleasant when the sun is out, when there's fabric to be made into outfits.]
Careful, [he adds, nodding toward the ice she's made,] some people around here get nervous about that stuff.
[ - is something that Tertia, if one thought about it deeply, shouldn't actually know. After all, when would someone like her have had an opportunity to observe the way that the high-born interact with one another? This is knowledge from her time in the Venatori. ]
That would be some protection for you, wouldn't it?
I probably... [He glances around, and withdraws even further-- this is the kind of information that can be used by the kind of people in the market for extortion money, and he's not in the mood to feel that particular brand of paranoia today.]
...wouldn't be killed, [he continues, in a near whisper for only Tertia to hear,] but used as, at best, a bargaining chip, and at worst, a source of information on the enemy.
[Especially when he's on a Sad Bender, but that tends to be at night, and she doesn't need to know about those.]
Hightown, though, not often-- that's more of a treat, when I've got a bit more coin to spend. Or, you know, fabric that I don't trust in the hands of someone who works with mostly burlap and leather scraps. [He hefts his basket of fabric to demonstrate.
Although not dressed entirely like an aristocrat, Benedict still carries himself like one, looking over the heads of the people they pass with a sort of lofty cheer.]
[ She peers into the basket, frowning slightly in curiosity. ]
Why? Is there something tricky about that fabric?
[ When you spend your days with your head down, sometimes you don't even learn enough to be able to recognize the difference between finery and filth. ]
It's good fabric, [he enthuses, looking down at it as fondly as though it were an infant.] You wouldn't give a diamond to an artisan who works primarily with tin. [and you wouldn't download a car]
[ They crest the stairs without further comment from Tertia.
Hightown is - Well. It only takes Tertia a single glance to know that this is a place where an elf will stand out indeed. Everyone here is a human, and a well-dressed one; she feels as out of place as rust on silver. Her look over at Benedict is questioning - is this really where we're supposed to be? ]
[In contrast, Benedict fits in better here than he does in the Gallows, and catches Tertia's glance with an oblivious smirk. In truth, it likely works in her favor; no one will question her presence as long as he's here, even if that invokes the social dynamic they're both trying to avoid.
As they enter a section of the market that seems particularly dedicated to clothing and fabrics, Benedict slows his step, his gaze catching on an assortment of garments hanging on display. He gestures, drawing Tertia's attention to them.]
[ She eyes them uncertainly. She doesn't reach out and touch or examine the garments physically; instead, she stays restrained, only looking. Not the best way to find out more about them. ]
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Date: 2022-10-26 08:06 pm (UTC)[The ferry arrives and they make their way on, the brisk wind blowing across the harbor as they set out.]
The merchant I want to see is in Hightown, [Bene explains cheerfully, looking out at the water,] have you been?
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Date: 2022-10-27 01:12 am (UTC)No. Um - this is my first time going out into Kirkwall since I arrived.
[ She idly coats the damp railing of the boat in ice, a thoughtless use of magic of the sort that's far more common in the North than down here where magic is a threat. ]
Do you go out often?
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Date: 2022-10-27 06:21 pm (UTC)Careful, [he adds, nodding toward the ice she's made,] some people around here get nervous about that stuff.
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Date: 2022-10-27 06:42 pm (UTC)[ She looks at him, then looks down again. ]
Oh. Right.
[ She tucks her hands into her pockets to stop herself. ]
Sorry. It's all so - mundane down here.
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Date: 2022-10-28 10:42 pm (UTC)I like to think of it as 'rustic', [he decides,] they'll catch up, eventually. Especially if freedom for Southern mages keeps its momentum.
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Date: 2022-10-29 03:12 am (UTC)Or if the Venatori win, I guess.
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Date: 2022-11-01 07:55 pm (UTC)Mm-hmm.
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Date: 2022-11-01 08:24 pm (UTC)You're afraid of that possibility?
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Date: 2022-11-01 08:27 pm (UTC)[he distractedly traces a tendril of ice with his fingertip,]
...wouldn't go well for me. [His voice has lowered as well, as he's overly aware of the ferryman and any other passengers.]
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Date: 2022-11-01 10:43 pm (UTC)[ - is something that Tertia, if one thought about it deeply, shouldn't actually know. After all, when would someone like her have had an opportunity to observe the way that the high-born interact with one another? This is knowledge from her time in the Venatori. ]
That would be some protection for you, wouldn't it?
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Date: 2022-11-02 07:29 pm (UTC)...wouldn't be killed, [he continues, in a near whisper for only Tertia to hear,] but used as, at best, a bargaining chip, and at worst, a source of information on the enemy.
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Date: 2022-11-02 08:23 pm (UTC)[ She looks away, embarrassed by the fact that she's pushed him on something that so clearly causes him discomfort. ]
Sorry. I shouldn't - Let's talk about something else.
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Date: 2022-11-02 10:05 pm (UTC)[He's glad to change the subject, nonetheless, and they're coming up on the other side of the ferry, which is as good an excuse as any.]
What sort of thing are you interested in? [he asks lightly,] Robes, dresses?
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Date: 2022-11-03 06:38 pm (UTC)[ She flashes him a quick, almost guilty-looking smile. ]
I've never had... Well, that's not true; obviously I've had clothes before. But I've never picked clothes before.
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Date: 2022-11-03 06:41 pm (UTC)Then we'll just have to see, won't we?
[The ferry docks, and Benedict leads the way through the milling crowd, toward the large stone staircase that leads into Lowtown.]
It's a bit of a climb. ...sorry.
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Date: 2022-11-03 07:56 pm (UTC)I have legs.
[ Laziness is not a word this young woman is acquainted with. And, indeed, she doesn't complain as they start scaling those daunting stairs. ]
How often do you come into the city?
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Date: 2022-11-04 07:38 pm (UTC)[Especially when he's on a Sad Bender, but that tends to be at night, and she doesn't need to know about those.]
Hightown, though, not often-- that's more of a treat, when I've got a bit more coin to spend. Or, you know, fabric that I don't trust in the hands of someone who works with mostly burlap and leather scraps. [He hefts his basket of fabric to demonstrate.
Although not dressed entirely like an aristocrat, Benedict still carries himself like one, looking over the heads of the people they pass with a sort of lofty cheer.]
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Date: 2022-11-14 01:33 pm (UTC)Why? Is there something tricky about that fabric?
[ When you spend your days with your head down, sometimes you don't even learn enough to be able to recognize the difference between finery and filth. ]
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Date: 2022-11-16 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-11-19 05:45 pm (UTC)[ She frowns a little as she thinks through this. It seems like whatever you have, you'd want the best person for it - right? Diamonds or tin. ]
I, um - I wasn't supposed to bring things for them to work with, right?
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Date: 2022-11-22 01:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2022-11-27 01:05 am (UTC)[ They crest the stairs without further comment from Tertia.
Hightown is - Well. It only takes Tertia a single glance to know that this is a place where an elf will stand out indeed. Everyone here is a human, and a well-dressed one; she feels as out of place as rust on silver. Her look over at Benedict is questioning - is this really where we're supposed to be? ]
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Date: 2022-11-30 08:28 pm (UTC)As they enter a section of the market that seems particularly dedicated to clothing and fabrics, Benedict slows his step, his gaze catching on an assortment of garments hanging on display. He gestures, drawing Tertia's attention to them.]
See anything you like?
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Date: 2022-11-30 10:29 pm (UTC)Um...The colors are pretty.
[ Is that what he's looking for? ]
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Date: 2022-11-30 10:34 pm (UTC)Are they something you'd like to wear?
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