OPEN

[deceivingly]

WHO: Yevdokiya an Waslyna O Bearhold, Tiffany Hart, Matthias, maybe my other characters + YOU
WHAT: a humble open log
WHEN: Fantasy March
WHERE: the Gallows, Kirkwall, the Wounded Coast
NOTES: bath nudity, butchering a seagull, nothing worse atm

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[inkindled]

That, at least, breaks through the wall of Matthias' monologue. He has picked another flower and has been twirling it between his fingers. He gives it another twirl as he looks over at her, attention caught.

"Stuff with plants like what?"

[sulahnan]

Athessa shrugs, putting her hands into her pockets. "Making 'em grow and whatever, moving roots around so we could dig in the ground without severing 'em, making sure the rowan trees stayed healthy and free of rot. That kind of stuff."

[inkindled]

"Oh." Matthias twists the flower again, then lifts it up so he can squint at its broken off end. "I dunno that much about roots and things like that. Or about growing things, really. Me, I'm better at destroying things."

He grins at her, proud of this.

[sulahnan]

The smirk she sends his way says yeah, that's for sure. Matthias Doll-Smasher, wasn't it?

"Or maybe you're really good at creating fires." Fires that destroy other things, maybe, but it's still a form of creation.