chikaidestroyer | ∞ 69: After the first heavy snowfall [written/action]

Introductions, I suppose. I haven't written one in quite awhile. My name is Albert Silverberg, and I have been a resident in Luceti for over two years now. A welcome to our New Feathers; here's hoping the welcome center and other residents make captivity as hospitable as possible.

Blue Rogues, please keep an eye out for the abducted and any stragglers from this month's New Feather cycle. The snow may make it especially difficult to traverse the forest.

I suggest everyone take heed of this amount of snowfall and prepare accordingly. Extra blankets, warmer clothing, stockpiling in case of a blizzard. The weather hasn't been this cold in the past to warrant snow this early. Long-time residents may recall that we had great amounts of rain around this time in the past two years -- enough to affect the terrain with floods and severe erosion.

I was told that there was a young lady who would customize jewelry. I would like to speak with her if possible.

[Filtered to Guy]

Perhaps we should resume our conversation in person. Will you be in the bar today?

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[Off-journal means of communication to Yuber]

[vaguely amused] Did I forget to mention your powers would be reduced in captivity? How careless of me.

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[One may find Albert outside of house 42 if they are looking for him. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he's shoveling snow now that the snowfall has stopped.]

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[He pauses a minute in his fail!shoveling to consider this. It had been a long time, but seeing the snow here didn't feel unnatural at all. Back to shoveling!] I don't remember. It's been a while. You?

[Since he had been in Luceti for the last two years, Albert had certainly seen snow each year. Never this early.] The first year I was here, I remember it snowed the first time in December. December 9th or 10th.

It's fine. [He waves a hand dismissively.]

If you have a dry Kanakan wine, I would prefer that. But anything dry or semi-dry will do.

It is. There aren't many who have noticed this.

[That would be a good idea if you don't get creative with the dish.] It's fine. There's no rush.

That makes you a unique individual, Mr. Silverberg.

The erosion that I'm speaking of led to the sinkhole in the middle of the village. It was previously a well that wasn't used by residents.

[It's so much easier to let others do the fighting. Albert sorta empathizes.] You will have to explain what a frisbee is, of course.

[...] I'm afraid rolling in it wouldn't really away the snow efficiently.

[...Hm. That's interesting.] There was that much rainfall?

About 20 days of continuous rain.

[...Mm. That still seems a bit light to accomplish that]

I see.

[There aren't even any lemons set out. But the lack of anything 'creative' probably reflects her mood. Of course, intervention is probably necessary regardless.] The vegetables are prepared; I just need to get the meat and broth.

[Some people get 'creative' when they're depressed. In that whatever's around ends up in the meal. Hmmm.] What were you planning to use for broth?

You remember the date? [He looks up at that. It had probably been a long time for him, too, then, but he'll ask anyway.] What about before you got here?

[Guy retrieves two wine glasses and checks- nope, no Kanakan wine, but he finds a nice dry red wine and brings that instead, along with a corkscrew.] Right this way, then.

[Guy heads over to the door -thankfully it's at a time when the bar is pretty empty, so he locks the door and draws the curtain on it- before leading Albert over to one of the booths.]

[wryly] It was an eventful date.

Quite some time before the campaign. Crystal Valley has its share of the rougher seasonal weather.

I was just going to flavor the water with the meat before adding the vegetables... maybe use flour to thicken it. [And maybe a little of this, a little of that.]

[With Guy leading, Albert heads over to the chosen booth. He folds his gloved hands on the tabletop once they are seated.]

I should begin by thanking you for your discretion today. And by apologizing for stopping quite abruptly for during our last conversation.

[Albert has his concerns, but he tries to put the elder at ease.]

Regardless of what transpires, we will need to be careful moving forward. Attracting too much attention to him will simply give him more reason to shed blood.

Flavor the water with the meat...? With flour? [He's familiar with how stock is made, but he's never heard of it being referred to as "flavoring the water." It was a matter of making meat or vegetable stock.]

[She's not a master chef, okay?]

Is that incorrect?

[Weirdo. He has the feeling it's better not to ask, though.] Oh. Thought so. It might have been Crystal Valley for me, too.

I believe you will need to explain what you mean by "flavor the water." I'm not familiar with the term. You may just be explaining something in a different way than I'm used to.

Water is just ordinary water when it starts out, isn't it? It would acquire a flavor after the meat is added.

I've avoided any public recognition of his presence. Not even Luc is aware that I recognized him, as far as I can tell.

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