[The thought, it is boggling. She tilts her head this way and that, trying to picture him as such. All salty and... eyepatched and...]
Did you wear a hat? Was there a bird?
[If there is one thing that Nero is good for, it is forcing her to employ every last scrap of logic and reason that she possesses. Goodness knows she needs the practice.]
...the Lavender Beds are very nice. [And then, a small smile.] So... you dream of a small home in the Lavender Beds, do you?
...The bird was there for utterly different reasons, I swear.
[ He is not going to comment on the hat thing - to be honest, there was one. But he is proud of having Amons' garb, in one way. (In another, he's disgusted.) ]
No, that's not my dream. I told you - I don't dream like that. Besides - it'd be nicer to have a house somewhere even further from Garlemald. Not nice to fear your life.
[In return, she is not going to comment on the bird thing. She'll just... tuck that bit of knowledge away for another time, possibly to needle him with when Duris was back around and needed a good laugh.]
It's... no, it's a word, Nero!
[For all that she has worked hard to learn to speak properly in this era, her vocabulary is still sometimes limited. The idea of 'a figure of speech' is eluding her.]
Even if you don't do it, you... you do it. In a way. Don't you? You want things. Don't you?
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[The thought, it is boggling. She tilts her head this way and that, trying to picture him as such. All salty and... eyepatched and...]
Did you wear a hat? Was there a bird?
[If there is one thing that Nero is good for, it is forcing her to employ every last scrap of logic and reason that she possesses. Goodness knows she needs the practice.]
...the Lavender Beds are very nice. [And then, a small smile.] So... you dream of a small home in the Lavender Beds, do you?
[She's got it! She's sure. So sure.]
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[ He is not going to comment on the hat thing - to be honest, there was one. But he is proud of having Amons' garb, in one way. (In another, he's disgusted.) ]
No, that's not my dream. I told you - I don't dream like that. Besides - it'd be nicer to have a house somewhere even further from Garlemald. Not nice to fear your life.
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It's... no, it's a word, Nero!
[For all that she has worked hard to learn to speak properly in this era, her vocabulary is still sometimes limited. The idea of 'a figure of speech' is eluding her.]
Even if you don't do it, you... you do it. In a way. Don't you? You want things. Don't you?
...would Mist be far enough away?