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[hasapoint]

Type: Video
Sender ID: hasapoint (Lashan)
To: Public
Subject: waterproofing charms
Warnings: none!

[FIRST: You get a very close shot of Lashan's eye as she squints at her shellphone. We have here that double-doozy of a medieval and an old person and while she's pretty sharp, these devices are not intuitive to her.]

'S it working? The bead's glowing.

[aka 'the light's on'. The video pulls back a bit but like, it's still pretty close and the angle is unflattering. This whole thing feels completely unnatural to her and the lines between her brows are deepened in a frown.]

I'm Sister Lashan. I'm a lay sister, not a nun. I've made some charms for waterproofing. They're not well-tested though. If you help me with that I'll give you one. Want to know their tolerances and if I have to tweak anything before I start selling them. I'm on Elrut.

[yeah this has made her feel ridiculous and stilted. She prods at the phone with a finger.]

...How do I- [she found out how to end message! this was Not guaranteed.]

Comments

[hasapoint]

[alas, Lashan is completely immune to pretty boys. Not that she dislikes them, either, the 'very' simply doesn't mean anything to her.]

Appreciate that. The only way I know of to talk over a distance instantly like this is very different.

[it's psychic stuff.]

Few can use it, either. I can see the utility.

[she is being neutral and measured deliberately bc her automatic reaction is Don't Like This]

[empyrean_mirror]

[he appreciates you immensely already, Lashan.]

It took me some time to get used to it. Things like this don't really exist where I'm from.

[He tilts his head a little, still smiling.]

Would you like to meet somewhere? I live on Eltrut, and it might be easier to show you some of how the phone works in person.

[hasapoint]

[She exhales through her nose, a huff that is some cousin to a laugh.] It'll take me longer. I'm too old to keep my footing with every change.

You know the First Lantern Memorial garden?

[A little sculpture garden set up by the loved ones of a ship that vanished years ago. I am making up a place bc she prefers something public, but not crowded or popular.]

[empyrean_mirror]

Oh, yes! That's not far. I can be there soon.

[Though he will dawdle so we don't ambush you with both genshins in one thread immediately so his husband can have a soft spot for old ladies in peace. For not.]

[hasapoint]

All right. Who are you, first?

[empyrean_mirror]

My name's Kaveh. I've been here nearly a year, so I can try to answer your questions.

[hasapoint]

As long as that? Hm. Is that long, in fact?

[empyrean_mirror]

I think there's only a handful of people among the current set of riftfarers who've been here longer. If there's more than that, I haven't heard about it.

But even if there are, a year's a long time to be away from home without warning, isn't it?

[hasapoint]

It is. I'm lucky, I suppose. My Sisters don't need me as much as they did a decade ago. [She was her Enclave's protector. More recently, she still serves when needed but others have largely taken her place.] I do bring a lot of income for them and that's a pinch, but they've got, eh, five of my swords in saleable condition. Probably going to have to step up with the manuscripts.

[and copying manuscripts at any but a leisurely rate is hard on the body, she knows. Ergonomics haven't been invented yet.]