Chopping Wood for Food

He placed his thumb and index fingers on his chin and frowned as he considered the right words, Hm- well compliments, like any form of speech, requires a certain finesse, Jareth began, his voice carrying a peaceful tune.

You don’t need to use decorated language or grandiose phrases, with each word he took purposeful steps across the arid field with no specific aim. Simple, genuine words often carry more weight.

Think of it like this, Jareth said, his voice soft yet firm. When you're swinging that axe, you're not just hacking away randomly, right? You have a target, a purpose. With each word, his gestures became more animated, hands tracing invisible lines in the air, as if outlining the path to understanding. It's the same with words, he continued, his eyes locking with Aulus's, Identify what you admire about Octavia—her strength, her grace, her presence—and then find the simplest, most direct way to convey that admiration. As he spoke, Jareth took a step closer to Aulus, bridging the gap between them with an aura of empathy and understanding.

And don't worry about sounding too polished or refined, Jareth said before reaching out to place a reassuring hand on Aulus's chest, a gentle reminder to speak from the heart.

Your authenticity is what matters most.