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Listening intently, Wern nodded to Edel’s first point. “Yes! Exactly. That’s what I hope to do. I-I’ve been looking into Ander research, and holding meetings to um, spread the word, to um, establish the limits.” He didn’t want to go as far as to describe the research he had been conducting with the Anders now living with him, who had been helping him with his endeavor. Alina had been willing to test many machines, and if she was predisposed, then Poliyna offered. The young child was always willing to help “break” one of Wern’s creations. Often times the child was disappointed when the machine didn’t go “up and explodey” like she wanted to. But those were thoughts for another time.
“I-I think there is a way to develop Ander friendly guns, and other tools, but well, I don’t think EIRAL would appreciate it.” What Wern did not want was to offendd the higher powers that worked in Lodan—he may be an idealist, but he wans’t too much of a fool— at least he hoped he wasn’t. “And well, I won’t force all shops to do so. I-I don’t know. I, I have to think on it more.” Tightening, he seemed to shrink as the woman talked. Maybe this wasn’t a great idea. M—maybe he should leave things the way they were? It was as Edelweiss said, Amon’s home was now his responsibility, and if he messed up, it wasn’t just him who would go down. “I-I won’t l-let it fall. I-I’ll be careful.” Wern meekly promised, nibbling a bit more on the scone, as if the sweat would hide his weakness, his inability, his everything.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 3, 2016 18:58:03 GMT
There were plenty of things EIRAL wouldn't appreciate and the redhead still did them anyway, out of principles and/or necessity, and they just weren't aware of it - so it's not like she could judge Wern's decision on that. But all things considered, it was relieving to hear him at least promise to be careful.
"I guess that's good then..." She let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. "May I ask you a question as well?"
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
At the question to ask the question, Wern blinked. Oh no, did he do something wrong? Shuffling slightly, the tinkerer searched for a comfier spot in his chair. “Um, sure. I-I have already asked you many. It makes only sense for you to ask some of me.” The older man stuttered, fiddling with his thumbs.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 3, 2016 19:16:10 GMT
"You... Well, we're friends, right?" It was the reason why Wern had came to visit her to give condolences and a basket of sweets, wasn't it? Or was he just there for guild business, and the sweets were just out of social politeness... It was a tricky question, but it was disheartening to not know for sure. There were far too many things she wasn't sure of nowadays already.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Tilting his head, Wern furrowed his brow. Were they? The mechanic had to ponder the idea. He thought they could be. But well, if the guild leader was asking otherwise, maybe they weren’t? Had Wern expected too much out of this situation? They had met a few times, and well, he had presumed that that was enough, and, oh my. “Um. I mean, Yes. Or well, I don’t know. I thought we were, but well, if you think otherwise, that is okay. I mean, I understand why we wouldn’t be. I, um, kind of a, well. Not in your, uh, normal range of friends. Or well, frankly, I don’t have many friends while you, um, seem to be quite popular.” Now he was just rambling. Lowering his eyes, he sought refugee in the coffee cup, but the timid man remembered he had placed his crumbs in the container. Now, there was no place to seek comfort. Glancing back up at Edel, the man frowned weakly. “Um, do you want us to be friends?”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 3, 2016 19:50:50 GMT
"Yes. Or well, I don’t know. I thought we were, but well, if you think otherwise, that is okay." It was a bit of a rambled answer, but still clear enough. She could be thankful for that.
"Then we are... that's a relief." Edelweiss commented as Wern seemed to be playing with his coffee cup (now filled with pastry crumbles), but he kept talking, and some of what he said made her raise an eyebrow. "...What is 'my normal range of friends', Wern?" She inquired, the touch of confusion sounding obvious in her voice. "Well, yes. It'd be nice."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Oh no. He had said too much. The merchanic flinched at the guild leader’s words, and tried to make himself smaller. “You know. Like Amon, and the others. Lasair, and um, Vieka, I think her name was? Pretty people. Strong people. Not, well, like me. Not round or um, stumbling, fumbling.” Wern muttered, looking down and stuffing the cookie in his face, hoping that the scone would not only shut him up, but also give him the logic he was obviously lacking.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 3, 2016 20:52:24 GMT
So, her normal range of friends meant "pretty, broken and traumatized"? Or "pretty gone or grieving"? Though there was an example he gave that Edelweiss wasn't sure where would fit. She ended up chuckling at it all, mostly as a reflex, but that soft laugh sounded incredibly hollow and sad in her throat.
"I'd like to say Vieka is my friend. I'd like that, but am not sure what is her opinion of me. I never actually saw her face, nor found it in my right to ask, and at times it seems we could get close while in others... not. I've not been able to contact her it's been a while too." Vieka didn't trust her, that much was clear, no matter how fond of her the redhead might be. And she couldn't blame her for it; it might be wise to not trust her anyway. But even acknowledging the fact, that hurt still. And they had not seen each other since Castamere. Edelweiss could only hope the masked woman had made out of there fine. "Beauty is a very fleeting and fickle thing, Wern. It might be easy on the eyes, but says nothing about a person. I could say even if you don't fit the stereotype of a charming prince on a white horse, you still have something nice in how you act that makes you cozy to approach; something cute and fluffy - like a teddybear - but even if that wasn't the case I still don't see what your body shape has to do with us being friends. Seriously, you think too little of yourself sometimes."
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Unknowingly, it seemed he had stepped on a landmine. “O-oh, oh dear. Sorry, I um. Didn’t mean to uh, make you upset. I-I am sure she considers you her friend.” Wern held out his hand as if to touch Edelweiss’ own, but well, the contact would hurt more than help at this point, so he withdrew. “A-and I know, but I mean, not just physical beauty. But, um, Inner beauty. You all have a beauty to you actions and a strength that people like me can’t match, is what I’m saying. I-it may not make sense, but well, you’re not only beautiful, but the way you act is just as graceful? Or fluid? Oh dear, I’m not sure how to explain this.” Lowering his head, the man pondered whether to get another sweat. It wasn’t like he exactly liked them— it was more of, oh look, something to eat. You like eating, yep yep yep. At being referred to as a teddy bear, the man frowned, a blush coating his features. How did he come from Big ol Wer, the size of a ball, to a teddy bear? And so, the timid man hid his face. “Cogs.” The man groaned, listening to the other’s words only so faintly as he tried to bury himself beneath his hands, slowly sinking as if trying to making his way beneath the table. " I, uh, um, nevermind.” He groaned, shaking his head.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 3, 2016 21:43:21 GMT
While Wern was pondering whether or not he should get another sweet, Edelweiss was just daintly picking a random new one every time the previous was eaten and gone. She never had any intention of keeping her sweet tooth a secret anyway, and there were far too many unpleasant emotions about her days lately for her to bother faking some sort of restraint towards sugar. There's a basket of sugary pastries upon her table, and half of its contents are hers, therefore she's going to eat half of it. May the sweet soothe the bitter.
"Beauty inside me? My inner demons are blushing." She thought, and pondered about saying that out loud, but realized the joke would ring too true in her own ears to be funny. Then again, didn't everyone around there have those? Inner demon, that is. Maybe Wern didn't. He was really a bit different still. At least his little rambled temtatives to comfort her ended up placing a half-smile on her face. Small, but one that wasn't forced. It had been a while since she had last given a truly spontaneous smile. "Thanks, Wern."
Though, he seemed to be constantly trying to shrink on his seat, looking really tiny and balling up, and that just made the teddybear image turn more intense. "...Are you alright?" What had he expected? Wern is 3 inches shorter than Edelweiss is, and she is a woman - not to mention she isn't exactly a very tall woman either, just not on the short side. If the tinkerer kept trying to make himself look even smaller, him looking like a teddybear instead of a bear was helpless.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Wern hadn’t noticed the thanks. Hadn’t noticed the smile. Nope. Instead, he was still pushing himself into a smaller ball. At Edelweiss’ question however, the tinkerer let out a slight “Uh.” Which was more a grunt then a response. In his attempts to flee, he had gotten somewhat stuck, in which the only option was him to plop onto the floor, which he did. But, knowing how ridiculous this must seem, the mechanic buried his face in his hands, and let out an angry groan, then a sigh. “I’m fine.” He stated, rubbing his face as he looked to the side. Yes. He was fine. The timid man was so fine he was sitting on the ground. Though, as opposed to sitting, stuck on the ground was more like it. Reaching his arms up, the merchanic fumbled to return to his seat, his ears, still pink as he returned once more to his embarrassed stance. “Yes. Um. What were we saying? Um. Yes. Um. Indeed.” He had no clue where they had left off, and instead, opted to throw out words in an attempt to make up for anything, and everything, all at the same time.
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 8, 2016 21:35:38 GMT
As Wern fumbled, and grunted, and fell down (or outright plopped down on the floor like a large potato), and hid his face in his own hands, and let out that upset groaning noise, Edelweiss couldn't help but rise an eyebrow progressively more and more, until reaching a stage where she was afraid her eyebrows might leave her face and float away into the stratosphere. She stood from her seat to help supporting Wern when he willed himself retake his own, her expression softening again when he looked so embarrassed once more. "...Sorry. That was meant as a cumpliment, not an insult." She sighed. "Maybe you're in need of rest even more than I am...
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Leaning forward, Wern tried to hide his face. Goodness. Hopefully she wasn’t judging him too harshly. “Um, t-this isn’t how I-I act when I’m guild leader, um, you know. I-I’m a lot stronger. O-or I think I am. Um. Yeah.” Scratching his head, he listened lightly to Edelweiss’ words. Yes. Rest. T-that would probably be good. The mechanic got to talk to her about what he wanted to talk about, and then some. And well, it seemed the timid man was only messing up things further by lingering. Maybe rest was in order. “U-um. T-thank you. For the compliment and your company then, but, um, perhaps I should be going? You look like you need rest. Not that you look different, I mean, you look the same, just seem tired.” Getting up, Wern continued to play with his hands, struggling to find the words he meant to say. “I mean, you are still very beautiful but you seem tired. Though, it isn’t like I’m only looking at your beauty I just meant no offense and um yes, rest, rest is in order. Yes. I should be going.” He reached for the basket, but upon remembering it was a gift, he left it. Oh goodness, that was embarrassing. He fumbled instead for his jacket, only to realize he never took the jacket off. Lord, he must have looked foolish. But once he got his bearings, the tinkerer stood tall, in an attempt to regain his composure. “T-thank you, Edelweiss.” Holding out his hand, the man looked sternly at the other, pushing forth a form of bravado. “And, um, I look forward to working with you in the nearby future. W-we will find Amon, I’m sure of it.”
What is important to me is the experience of making. I leave all my work outside and often return to watch it decay.- Andy Goldsworthy
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Apr 10, 2016 0:04:55 GMT
So, Wern flopping down from his seat and unto the floor was him trying to look stronger? Edelweiss kept a blank face this time; at that rate if her eyebrows started rising again they might really leave her face and she'd rather not lose them. He rambled a little further, and some parts of it might have been mistaken as attempts at flirting, but with how awkwardly he seemed to be fumbling with his own words and jacket (and also the undeniable fact he came to her house to ask for her assistance in searching for her missing lover) Edelweiss figured that was just Wern being... Wernish. She ended up giving a half-smile at that.
"Thank you for the visit, it's much appreciated." She nodded and shook his hand, standing up again to see him to the door, and glancing back at the basket when noticed him almost picking it but still leaving it there. "I'll return the empty basket to you in the next time we meet."
A sigh of relief left Wern when the guild leader shook his hand. Though, he tensed somewhat at the mention of the basket. “No, you can keep it! I just, I was so used to carrying it that I instinctively tried to pick it up.” Wern stated, a blush still on his features. Glancing at Edelweiss, the mechanic sighed again. “Take care of yourself Edelweiss. We’ll find him, and, well, I’ll make sure that his home is still intact when he gets back.” The tinkerer muttered, waving to the other sheepishly before turning, ushering a goodbye. Heading down the hall, the merchanic attempted to find his way out, where, hopefully there would be a corner to scream in. Truthfully, there was only so much idiocy that the tinkerer could have in one conversation and he had surpassed that point long ago.