🎵whistle while you work🎶(closed)

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Who: A. Rama Raju, Lanfear, William Gibson, Renny Oldoak
What: wilderness chore bonding time!
When: I'm thinking some time after the ghostly housefire, but it's loose
Where: the forest around Milton

Content Warnings: talk about food/eating/not eating, possible talk of fire stuff. will add as stuff comes up

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[lanfeared]

The real answer to his question would unveil something that she is striving to keep hidden — the truth about who she really is, not to mention how long she's been afforded some form of existence. The vague truth would be something along the lines of a yes — that her work as a researcher was in a different realm entirely than the one she inhabits now, in an age defined by technological advancements that were ultimately destroyed in the Breaking, a time so long ago that few are alive to remember it.

But for his sake as well as her own, it is perhaps better that she does not err in favor of the truth.

"No," she responds, with an obliging smile. "But there came a time when the work that I was doing was rendered... obsolete. Replaced, by something more powerful." By the Dark One's magic, and the corruption, the tainting of saidin. "I found myself without a greater purpose, and keeping an inn... seemed as good an opportunity as any to earn enough crowns to support myself."

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Raju nods, looking back down at the fire. Maybe it's for the best he doesn't learn what she means when she says worlds like that. He would have to change the subject now to do it, anyway. He watches the fire, rubs at his hands.

"I hope you're able to get back to it soon. How are you feeling? Any drier?"

[lanfeared]

Lanfear almost doesn't have the heart to tell him that there'll be no possibility of her returning to her work, and not merely because the woman who was once Mierin Eronaile is not someone she can ever be again — not the least of which is because she gave up that name, and that person, when she chose to become someone entirely different.

"Much," she finally responds, in lieu of anything else, and her smile widens, a further effort to reassure him that there's been no lasting harm done — at least, nothing a brief chat by a crackling fire couldn't fix. Slowly, she pushes herself up to standing.

"But I'm sure you have more important things to do than making polite conversation, and I'm happy to let you return to it."

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Raju smiles, shaking his head. Nothing more important than any chore he can find to keep busy, anything to do to keep himself outside in the sunlight, even when it brings this awful cold with it. But he recognizes the end of a conversation when he nears it. "It wasn't any trouble. If you need anything else, I'll be nearby."

His smile purses for a moment, Raju looking amused at himself. "And more careful, this time. I'll try to keep an eye out below me."