escordvi | closed 🪶⚡ but all i really know, you're where i wanna go

[She is about to try and remove her glass from the pipe—can she do that? She doesn't even know—when she looks at him with a suspicious stare.]

... Where?

[Just a very playful hum as he decides to do a few more blows on the duck, setting it back in the kiln for a bit and maybe try to sculpt the feathers better (???).]

I'll keep it a surprise.

[But won't that make its rump plumper!?!?

When she sees him fixing the duck, however, she decides that maybe she should try to fix some of these droopy edges, as well as the lopsided face that this "essence" has decided to create. She stuffs it back into the kiln with a click of her tongue.]

Well, we should know where we are hanging all of these. We've got the ones we created earlier, these ones, and then the proper ones that we have yet to make.

[An embarrassed glance away from him.]

Perhaps those last ones should be... something together.

I promise they will be in suitable places. Besides, who knows what masterpieces will come out still.

[Oh he's definitely having fun with this~ And yes, that plump rump did get a little rounder—

But he's sculpting the feathers a bit, making the wings and tail a bit more obvious. The, uh, slightly longer neck he can't do much about but at least the head is a bit more formed? ...And still kind of wonky. And his attempt to make the eyes may have made it look like it's about to murder something BUT IT'S FINE IT'S ALL FINE HE LOVES IT, ANYWAY—]

And I think so, too. I'm not sure how, but I'm sure we'll manage.

[Do not think she missed those angry, murderous looking eyes. A duck-goose that is about ready to peck his own eyes out for creating it like that!!

She gives her glass one last blow, but it does nothing except make every horrible feature it has even more pronounced. She's not sure how she feels about that...]

I think these ones are just about finished. [And then a glance at their first attempts.] What do we do once they are?

Just leave them out for now, and then we'll move them to their proper places once they're done.

[Just one last little carving here... There, his nice plump duck.

He'll set it down right next to his fish with a smug look.]

[Sometimes, she still wonders if he does these things just to ruffle her feathers. The fish... and the duck...

Well, she will set aside her own cigar-smoking lightning bolt next to her very sad attempt at Garuda's balloonish head.

Only now will she dare to step closer to him.]

Shall we take a short break? To reset our essences, or whatever it is we need to do.

[He's finding her collection amusingly impressive, but he actually does quite like them. It is very... Her.

He won't say that, though.]

Worn out already?

[He's actually feeling INSPIRED... However—]

But suppose a break would be good. Keep it all fresh and all.

I am not tired... but given what my current project looks like...

[She gestures to the lightning bolt as it cools down.]

I have to wonder if whatever is creating these images needs to take a moment to breathe.

[There's a bark of laughter at that and he'll move to set things aside before stepping towards her.]

Fair enough. A drink then? Believe I have some assortment around here.

[Sliding closer to him now... and looking over his collection.]

A glass of wine should be safe?

Hmmm, let me look and see what I have.

[A nice refreshing one, but not too much alcohol given what they are doing. Trying to deal with molten glass while drunk would be a disaster—

So he'll walk around to the back room to see what he can dig up.]

[It's fine, they can hold their alcohol quite well—

But when he returns, she'll be holding his glass fish in her hands, turning it over with a scrutinizing furrow in her brow.]

I have never understood yours and Alhaitham's interest in this fish...

[Back with a bottle and two glasses, he sees her holding his masterpiece and furrows his brows slightly.]

Likewise I could never understand how you couldn't.

[No, he could. He could very well.]

Can't you feel that deep wisdom from their eyes, the beauty in their simple yet almost primordial form and design?

[Maybe she'll need a couple of glasses filled... as she raises a questioning brow at him.]

No.

[She turns it over some more, staring it right in the face as if it might have the answers that she is searching for, what with all of its deep wisdom.]

What I would not give to be able to understand what they are saying. Or know what they are thinking, if only for a few moments. What might I find?

[He just chuckles as he sets the glasses down on one of the clean tables and starts pouring the wine. He chose one of their favorite fruitier ones, with a bit more fizzy bubble to it.]

Would you really?

[A good choice, and she sets down the fish so that she can exchange it for the glass in her hand, pausing to take a sip and relishing in the warmth as it fizzes its way down her throat.]

Do you not find yourself wondering?

I do, but that's also part of the charm.

[He holds his glass up and waves it a little.]

The mysteries such creatures hold.

[She snorts and clinks her glass against his.]

Perhaps you should try asking them to craft you a special talisman as well.

Should add goats and griffins to the list.

[A wry grin as he takes a good, long sip of his wine.]

But they are truly one of the strangest fish I've seen yet.

Well. I have the gryphons under control, though... I promise you that you do not wish to know what they are saying.

[She stares down at the fish and sips at her wine.]

And I am starting to think that perhaps I would rather not know what these fish might be thinking either. If they ever think anything at all, for that matter.

[They look like the kind of creatures that have zero thoughts at all times.]

Still, it wouldn't hurt if I also could communicate on occasion.

[He's always been curious, anyway.]

But should I ever manage to find a way to listen, you will be the first to know.

[A playful wink and another sip of his wine before he really targets her now.]

But what made you so curious go begin with?

[She raises her brows at him, a little surprised that he is pressing her at all about it.]

What, the fish?

[She gestures to it as if to say look at it.]

They are just so... ugly. I would just like to know what such a horrifying creature might be thinking, or if they might have something strange to say.

[A wry chuckle.]

You sure you're not jealous?

[He leans playfully closer towards her.]

[Leaning back, bringing her glass up between them.]

Jealous of what? You and an ugly fish?

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