XX2 Entry

[roseofmay]

Sender: Beatrix
To: All
Subject: No Rest for the Weary

It would appear that I have been indisposed, though that seems to have been rectified. If for any reason, you have been seeking me, I can now properly attend to matters that were not appropriately handled before said indisposition.

That said, please refrain from entering my personal space and leaving books, regardless of the quality of reading material. Furthermore, please refrain from entering my personal space, period.

I had, prior to my temporary condition, been discussing how to better provide a defence for the town proper. As more dream walkers find themselves in this world, not only do we grow in population count, we also grow in the evolution of the town. The market, beings who are not exactly dream walkers like ourselves, yet present all the same, farming land, the coliseum in disrepair, and our other outskirts.

I would like to know if it is possible to create a defensive ward to otherwise protect Reverein citizens from potential outside threats by use of dreamotion in the establishment of wards. If we are capable of creating such things, it may also be possible to recycle or supply a consistent and constant flow of dreamotion in an effort to power said wards or barriers.

For some time, I have contemplated the ability to, for lack of a better term, 'bottle' dreamotion for later usage. If you have any experience in such matters, I implore you to share your results.

Comments

[concierto]

[Don't worry, he's giggling at the page.]

Hmm! That would make for a good story, wouldn't it. A band of ragtag characters being easily lured into an adventure of lost moons and hidden treasures... I should write a song on that.

Would you like to be one of the main characters?

[roseofmay]

Story, yes. However, none of this is a story. It would be irresponsible of us to treat it with such nonchalance.

[Although she is coming to understand that some people can only handle a situation like that. Otherwise, there is a great deal of strain and distress. It is not feasible to expect others to face such things with bravery. There is no crime in finding a different way to handle a predicament.]

To humour you, however, no. I do not consider myself a main character. Merely a supporting one who shows when it is necessary to do the necessary things.

[concierto]

Oh, but I do think that the best way to preserve history is through stories and songs!

And you, would make a marvellous main character! With convictions as strong as her iron will! Looking to the sky and yearning in her heart to protect those who can't protect themselves!

It practically writes itself.

[roseofmay]

That is customary, yes. Even in Gaia, there are many a song, book, sonnet, and poem that have been dedicated to history's figures.

[Listening to him, he sounds like Dohalim. It's both endearing and aggravating at the same time.]

People can write tales of me after I have passed. I will have none of that at the present. Anyone seeking to write such things about me now will refrain.

[concierto]

Ehe, you're no fun at all, dear knight.

If you won't let me write songs about you, what do you find fun? And it can't involve a sword!

[roseofmay]

[An accurate assessment. Nothing is fun about Beatrix.]

I like to read. I like to drink wine. I do not suppose either of those count.

[concierto]

[Well...!! There might be one fun thing about her.]

Oh? You like a good wine? That might be interesting.

[roseofmay]

I prefer reds. I admit that I am a bit particular. It is common for me to have some when tending to paperwork. Before I sleep with a book. I have gone to the winery when it opened.

[...But she doesn't party and she gets the feeling someone might get the wrong idea.]

[concierto]

[He likes to party but he also likes to sip wine while he's working on writing too.]

It so happens that I enjoy reds as well! Although I do enjoy something strong and sweet when I'm writing songs, instead. Do you have a favourite?

[roseofmay]

[His songs... she wonders how those must turn out after a glass or two of something 'strong and sweet.']

I would not say I am a connoisseur of wine. I doubt I have had so many that I could rightfully compare. That said, Alexandria had a vintage I was fond of. Perhaps only because it is home. I have not disliked what I have had here, though.

[concierto]

[Would she believe him if he told her that his writing comes out better when he's a few glasses in?]

If you haven't already you should try the wine that Master Diluc has made in his new stores. Have you heard of it?

[roseofmay]

I am unsure if that is the same as what I had when I was at the winery. I believe Master van Zieks gave me the Midnight Harvest red.

[Although it sounds like it was Barok's, so Diluc's is most likely different.]

[concierto]

Oh, I believe they have been chatting about the wine-making process! I've heard that name before, anyhow.

That settles it. We should go about starting a taste test between the two sometime soon!

[roseofmay]

Given that they work together, I would be more surprised if they did not discuss their wine-making. Not to imitate the other, but merely a sharing of information and knowledge. Masters Diluc and van Zieks are clever men.

[And not just because they are so much like her, though that certainly helps.]

I am not averse to the idea, however, of a wine tasting. Most things tend to be more bearable with it. I assume your companionship is one of those things.

[concierto]

I would like to meet this van Zieks sometime. To match up to Master Diluc's skills is quite the feat.

Wonderful, it's a date then. You'll find me ever so tolerable, I promise.

[He will WALK THIS LINE.]

[roseofmay]

This is not a date.

[Should she address the van Zieks thing? Yes, probably. Chances are Beatrix will even introduce him if she gets the opportunity to, but it's important to nip some things in the proverbial rose bud. The notion of dates is one of those things.]

[concierto]

Oh? It's not? I'm so disappointed.

[Is he though-]

[roseofmay]

It is not.

[She's not falling for it either.]

If you tell anyone it is, I will find out, and I will hurt you.

[concierto]

Ehe, that was the spark I was looking for.

[roseofmay]

This is a wine outing. Not a spar. In case you needed the reminder of that. I was unaware a 'spark' was necessary.

[concierto]

Oh, I was only waiting for which moment would bring out that spark in you, is all. You never disappoint.

Only a wine outing, then! Please save your dates for the one you truly adore.

[roseofmay]

[She never disappoints, eh? At least there's that, though it would seem she's becoming quite predictable. That would be a terrible thing to experience when going up against an enemy.]

I do not go on 'dates.'

[Which. Is true. She's never even entertained the thought of doing such a thing.]

[concierto]

Who can say you won't at all? Life can change at a turn of a breeze.

[roseofmay]

I am not interested in going on dates with anyone. Besides, 'date' is a concept beneath me.

[Excuse. They 'court' in Gaia.]

[concierto]

Oh, it is beneath you. How so? I'm afraid I'm not always familiar with how terms from other worlds might be used! But I do like learning.