It was strange thing. Being here for the first time and it still being a clear return. Not just for Esme who was from here, and apparently lost her leg here, but Also it was the first time Caro had been out and about since the job went sideways. He'd been mostly inside and mostly just with her. He was sure he could handle it, but the thought of speaking and lying in public again made his mouth dry just now. He opened and closed it like a fish, almost missing her question.
“A tibia?” He said, his mouth agast.”it's much too large to make a necklace out of, and not as flashy as a pelvis or skull. None of the scrimshaw applications of a rib bone either.” Her answer was probably the correct answer, Not enough blood magic in ferelden to make keeping it meaninful. “Perhaps the festooned to the handle of a oar or rudder and some mariner out there is sailing the channels with your tibia even now?” Burned to ashes, had to be, only thing that made sense but what can you say. Esme didn't seem the type to be sentimental about her maiming but she had every right to be wistful. Caro had heard stories of amputees having clenched there muscles prior to losing a limb and being eternally unable to unclench their fist. Agonizing and nonsensical endless torment. He rarely mentioned her loss, and never without her bringing it up. He didn't even know where to start.
The crowd was delightfully mixed among all classes. Seemingly very little thought of assassination or even personal station. Just people meeting people, or pushing past people to get to the food, which in Caro's opinion was just about the right play. People would be here all night, but the choicest of cuts would go fast, as would the finer wines. “Security is either quite sophisticated or nonexistent as far as I can tell.” He looked back at her across his shoulder as a guard slipped by on his way to the food tables. “People either know better or just plain don't want to cause a mess.” he said before adding “Hopefully at least. We'll” he smiled, “Lets get a drink while we can yes?”
“A tibia?” He said, his mouth agast.”it's much too large to make a necklace out of, and not as flashy as a pelvis or skull. None of the scrimshaw applications of a rib bone either.” Her answer was probably the correct answer, Not enough blood magic in ferelden to make keeping it meaninful. “Perhaps the festooned to the handle of a oar or rudder and some mariner out there is sailing the channels with your tibia even now?” Burned to ashes, had to be, only thing that made sense but what can you say. Esme didn't seem the type to be sentimental about her maiming but she had every right to be wistful. Caro had heard stories of amputees having clenched there muscles prior to losing a limb and being eternally unable to unclench their fist. Agonizing and nonsensical endless torment. He rarely mentioned her loss, and never without her bringing it up. He didn't even know where to start.
The crowd was delightfully mixed among all classes. Seemingly very little thought of assassination or even personal station. Just people meeting people, or pushing past people to get to the food, which in Caro's opinion was just about the right play. People would be here all night, but the choicest of cuts would go fast, as would the finer wines. “Security is either quite sophisticated or nonexistent as far as I can tell.” He looked back at her across his shoulder as a guard slipped by on his way to the food tables. “People either know better or just plain don't want to cause a mess.” he said before adding “Hopefully at least. We'll” he smiled, “Lets get a drink while we can yes?”
11-15-2024, 07:40 AM
