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[afoolsgold]

[The Fool has, at last, discovered a good reason to make use of this particular aspect of Aifaran technology. Included in this particular post is a photograph of several pieces of woodwork, ostensibly carved by the Fool's own hand. It is accompanied by an offer.]

Hello, dear friends--and dear acquaintances.

I should think it goes without saying that we Dreamfolk left much of ourselves behind us in our old worlds when we arrived in Konryu. For some I imagine that is a blessing, and a curse for others--and for others still, like so often is the case, the feelings are more complicated than that.

It is with this thought in mind that I would like to extend to each of you a kindness: a small, wood-carved token of remembrance, representing the world that you came from, or something of that world that you cherish.

If this offer is of interest to you, please either respond here, or seek me out at my apartment above Die Rosa Tulpe.

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[afoolsgold]

[The Fool takes his time in attempting to commit Zephyr's description of the small animal down to paper; as with any proof of concept, he has to sketch out several different iterations before settling on something that, he presumes, approximates what Zephyr is wishing for. Having done that, he settles back some into his seat and considers his work; a light, bemused smile quirks up the corners of his mouth.]

What a peculiar creature, [he muses aloud, his tone more endeared than confused. He looks back to Zephyr, still smiling, and asks,] Was he a companion of yours?

[spiralpatterns]

[Yeah, Lippy has that effect on people.]

[Zephyr gives the sketch an unconsciously fond look and sits back.]

Yeah. That's Lippy.

[He's really kind of impressed at how well the Fool has finally gotten the shape down.]

He makes the best tea.

[Good luck guessing how serious he is about this.]

[afoolsgold]

He makes--? [a startled look, before the Fool laughs in clear delight. Whether Zephyr is teasing or not, the Fool seems wholly won over by the the bond his new acquaintance shared with the strange little creature illustrated on the paper.] Oh, he sounds marvellous.

Well, how would you like him carved? [The Fool rests his chin in one palm and returns his attention to Zephyr, curious.] I could render you a small figurine, or an engraved pendant, or one of these, [said plucking up one of the ornately carved spoons. He smiles some.] It is entirely your choice. No charge, [he adds, lest Zephyr have forgotten,] unless you would like to tell me a bit more about him.

[spiralpatterns]

[He's completely not teasing, promise.] ...He is at that. Wouldn't be here without him.

[And that is definitely enough of that. Zephyr shakes himself out of something dangerously emotional and stretches his arms out idly.]

Don't think I need a spoon. A little figure would be... nice.

[He's a little hesitant about saying more, in the place between wanting to talk about it and really not wanting emotions to happen at all.]

[afoolsgold]

[His hesitation is noted, and the Fool lets it go without prying, though not without a small smile. yes he saw u having feelings.]

Very well, [he replies and gathers up the sketches of Lippy,] I shall let you know when I have finished it.

[spiralpatterns]

[You saw nothing. :| :| :| ]

...Thanks.

[Dammit, it's happening again.]

No rush, really.