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[She looks a little awkward. It's been a while, Anatole, and unless you've been floating around the ruins or the Patrol grounds, you probably haven't seen much of Asellus. It feels like talking to strangers, almost-- friends she hasn't seen in a while and people she's never met. She almost looks shy, really.]
Uh, long time no... see. What's everyone been up to? I've been... well, I've been a little busy. [No small part of that being that a good number of her friends have up and left, and after the last time she lost someone... well, she hasn't wanted to be in the public eye. All this flickers across her face too quickly to be read by anyone who doesn't know her well, and then she bubbles up with a grin again to cover those thoughts and shifts the Forge to show... a plot of dirt, with little sprouts of green beginning to poke up out of the soil.] ...See? Things are... are coming along well, I guess. Though I'm going to have to find some oilcloth or something to put over them at night when the frosts begin. [And they will begin eventually, she knows-- she remembers the snow when she first arrived.]
Oh, and I've still got a room for rent, if anyone needs it-- it's not much. It used to be a drawing room overlooking the market, but I don't use it and the man who did... [A pause.] Uh, he isn't here anymore. If you don't mind that it still smells a little bit like cigarette smoke, I'm up for discussion. I'm flexible, I promise!
[She looks a little awkward. It's been a while, Anatole, and unless you've been floating around the ruins or the Patrol grounds, you probably haven't seen much of Asellus. It feels like talking to strangers, almost-- friends she hasn't seen in a while and people she's never met. She almost looks shy, really.]
Uh, long time no... see. What's everyone been up to? I've been... well, I've been a little busy. [No small part of that being that a good number of her friends have up and left, and after the last time she lost someone... well, she hasn't wanted to be in the public eye. All this flickers across her face too quickly to be read by anyone who doesn't know her well, and then she bubbles up with a grin again to cover those thoughts and shifts the Forge to show... a plot of dirt, with little sprouts of green beginning to poke up out of the soil.] ...See? Things are... are coming along well, I guess. Though I'm going to have to find some oilcloth or something to put over them at night when the frosts begin. [And they will begin eventually, she knows-- she remembers the snow when she first arrived.]
Oh, and I've still got a room for rent, if anyone needs it-- it's not much. It used to be a drawing room overlooking the market, but I don't use it and the man who did... [A pause.] Uh, he isn't here anymore. If you don't mind that it still smells a little bit like cigarette smoke, I'm up for discussion. I'm flexible, I promise!