Mak'Viri's gaze flitted back to Laioath for a brief moment, and she catches sight of dawning comprehension cross his face, as if he as solved a puzzle of some kind. Knowing that thoughts are often better when they come to you slowly and without interruption, Mak'Viri waits for him to speak again. To signal the restart of their conversation. She eats bits of her food, which had been momentarily abandoned in favour of studying the doll and Laioath himself.
At first, she does nothing more than popping small stacks and arranging more upon her plate with small amounts more of creativity each time, coordinating which fruits colors worked best with which cheeses and so forth. It is like a game for a time, and she is absorbed in it while the silence continues. But when Liaoath speaks again, she flushes, feeling a little foolish for playing with her food so. She looks at him, and nods at his question. ”It was what I devoted a considerable amount of my time to, but I'm afraid I only have basic knowledge, my healing energies aren't very strong, but I know how to use herbs and splints and wraps and the like.” She finishes. She had spent far more of her time learning divination, truthfully.
She tilts her head at the next question, and is a little surprised to find a vaguely horrified expression in his eyes as he looks around quickly, and changes the subject with nervous energy, and she can't help but giggle at his questions as they fling wildly from his mouth. She nods, and looks at her plate again, tilting her head. ”It's not what I'm used to, but it's very good.” she replied and she finds herself staring at the strange meats curiously. She isn't sure she wants to try them, not at first, anyway, but she knows that, while trekking across the wilderness, as she plans to do, she must adapt to eating that which she has never before tasted. So, with this in mind, she carefully takes a small chunk of pinkish meat that smells like honey and cinnamon, and something almost salty.
She pops it into her mouth, her face scrunched a little as she scrutinizes the flavor. It was indeed, all of the aromas she had before scented, but then there was the taste of the meat itself, which is an odd sort of thing. The texture is somewhat soft, for meat, that is, and not at all like the fish she is used to. If she had to compare it, she would say that it was like the consistency of shrimp, but more chewy. Strange, but pleasant in its own way. ”I'm not very used to eating anything other than seafood and what could be grown in my garden, so it is very different. But yes, I do like it.” She says with a smile.
”As for what else I can do, I'm still learning how to fight with Suvai, but I'm really good at fortune telling.” She says with a nonchalant shrug, but her eyes dart around the room to see if any heard. No one seemed to be staring or anything like that, so she relaxed a little. ”I can tell you right now that the chances of you meeting that doll's creator are high.” She says with a glimmer of mystery in her smile now. She tilts her head, as though listening for something as she ponders whether or not she should say more. Her intuition told her that he needed hope. And when she wondered what for, she got the impression that his hunt was far more important to him than she had realized.
She hums absently, her mind going back to his story of the friend who had own the doll. Yes! Her intuition chimed. He was looking for that friend. She wondered if he would find them. For a moment, there was nothing, and then the fuzzy impression of tearful relief. Reunion. The possibilities were almost even for finding and not finding whomever this person was, but if Laioath was truly determined and exhausted every resource he could possibly find, he had a chance of finding them. She smiled a little at the thought, and focused back on his face again. ”And who ever it is you're searching for can be found, if you are determined. Never give up the hope that you will find them.” She said slowly. ”Because the moment you do, they will never be found.”
She leaned over the table slightly, her own pale eyes boring into his own. ”Talk to everyone you can, the highest of the high, the lowest of the low. Track down every single lead, exhaust every single dead end. It will take time. It will take effort that will seem beyond what you are capable of. But never give up.” She said quietly, before leaning back in her chair, and glancing at the doll. She looked back at him. And she hoped with all her heart that he followed her advice.
At first, she does nothing more than popping small stacks and arranging more upon her plate with small amounts more of creativity each time, coordinating which fruits colors worked best with which cheeses and so forth. It is like a game for a time, and she is absorbed in it while the silence continues. But when Liaoath speaks again, she flushes, feeling a little foolish for playing with her food so. She looks at him, and nods at his question. ”It was what I devoted a considerable amount of my time to, but I'm afraid I only have basic knowledge, my healing energies aren't very strong, but I know how to use herbs and splints and wraps and the like.” She finishes. She had spent far more of her time learning divination, truthfully.
She tilts her head at the next question, and is a little surprised to find a vaguely horrified expression in his eyes as he looks around quickly, and changes the subject with nervous energy, and she can't help but giggle at his questions as they fling wildly from his mouth. She nods, and looks at her plate again, tilting her head. ”It's not what I'm used to, but it's very good.” she replied and she finds herself staring at the strange meats curiously. She isn't sure she wants to try them, not at first, anyway, but she knows that, while trekking across the wilderness, as she plans to do, she must adapt to eating that which she has never before tasted. So, with this in mind, she carefully takes a small chunk of pinkish meat that smells like honey and cinnamon, and something almost salty.
She pops it into her mouth, her face scrunched a little as she scrutinizes the flavor. It was indeed, all of the aromas she had before scented, but then there was the taste of the meat itself, which is an odd sort of thing. The texture is somewhat soft, for meat, that is, and not at all like the fish she is used to. If she had to compare it, she would say that it was like the consistency of shrimp, but more chewy. Strange, but pleasant in its own way. ”I'm not very used to eating anything other than seafood and what could be grown in my garden, so it is very different. But yes, I do like it.” She says with a smile.
”As for what else I can do, I'm still learning how to fight with Suvai, but I'm really good at fortune telling.” She says with a nonchalant shrug, but her eyes dart around the room to see if any heard. No one seemed to be staring or anything like that, so she relaxed a little. ”I can tell you right now that the chances of you meeting that doll's creator are high.” She says with a glimmer of mystery in her smile now. She tilts her head, as though listening for something as she ponders whether or not she should say more. Her intuition told her that he needed hope. And when she wondered what for, she got the impression that his hunt was far more important to him than she had realized.
She hums absently, her mind going back to his story of the friend who had own the doll. Yes! Her intuition chimed. He was looking for that friend. She wondered if he would find them. For a moment, there was nothing, and then the fuzzy impression of tearful relief. Reunion. The possibilities were almost even for finding and not finding whomever this person was, but if Laioath was truly determined and exhausted every resource he could possibly find, he had a chance of finding them. She smiled a little at the thought, and focused back on his face again. ”And who ever it is you're searching for can be found, if you are determined. Never give up the hope that you will find them.” She said slowly. ”Because the moment you do, they will never be found.”
She leaned over the table slightly, her own pale eyes boring into his own. ”Talk to everyone you can, the highest of the high, the lowest of the low. Track down every single lead, exhaust every single dead end. It will take time. It will take effort that will seem beyond what you are capable of. But never give up.” She said quietly, before leaning back in her chair, and glancing at the doll. She looked back at him. And she hoped with all her heart that he followed her advice.
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