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Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 41
Open/Closed: Open! Geir will tag responses to B only, but feel free to use any or all of these prompts for your own shenanigans ☆

A (the rain in Spain falls mainly on the...)

[you know that the strange seawater rainstorm at the festival two days ago flooded out the marketplace and part of the city. the question is, how far did that rain fall over the hard, sandy soil that surrounds the city of Aimintas? what kind of erosion happened? perhaps you have a hankering to go out and see the effect that the water had on the crags outside the city, or the humid plains covered with native plants. there are four directions to explore, north, south, east, and west: which way will you go and how will you get there? fliers and adventurers, take notice!]

B (how does your garden grow?)

[Geir, at least, is more worried about the plants in the farmed area. he doesn't know much about plants, but he has a vague idea that sowing fields with salt is something one does to one's enemies. since these plants are irrigated with freshwater, more salt rain is not likely to go well for them.

right now he's glaring at a small plot he's dug out out with his talons. he's seeded some of the bark from the strange shrubby filtration plant into it, trying to check if that will help the soil deal with the salt water, but he's run into a problem: there are no plants there yet.]

--can you plant seeds? My claws aren't small enough.

C (after the storm)

[the festival aside, there was a lot of damage to the Palai city -- like, a lot. so many bloody fights happened in the streets, so many powers got deployed, so many giant fish landed on buildings... the damage is considerable, and now that they've buried their dead and celebrated their victories, the Palai who aren't making weapons are out and about repairing their city instead. any characters who show an inclination to help are promptly given piles of bricks and mortar and wooden planks, though they might want to ask each other or the Palai for help and direction to repair things...]

D (rain rain go away)

[there are a lot of different reasons to go swimming in the strange overhead ocean right now. maybe you're trying to find out why the rain fell from it a couple of days ago, or maybe you're checking to see what the frozen Uvi fortress looks like. maybe you even want to go visit the strange island above the waves again -- who knows what there is to find?

or maybe you just want to go wrestle sharks in there. go wrestle those sharks, no one's judging.]

E (free fall)

[come up with your own prompt and run with it!]

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[gives him an odd sidewise look, expression soft, and then stoops to pick it up from the dirt and see...]

[when he brushes it off, it reveals a small stone dragon figurine, in Geir's likeness... Alphonse took enough care with this version that the detail work isn't bad. Geir vents a belatedly sheepish snort, pleased with himself nonetheless]

When I think about it, it's kind of self centered to give you this, haha... but I thought you'd like it.

[no

no!!!!

Vern's face doesn't light up all at once; it's a slow helpless spreading smile, his hands careful around the figure]

You...

--You do like it! I knew it!

[Geir gleefully shoves his nose into Vern's chest. ha! HE IS THE BEST GIFT GIVER.]

[into his DUMB GENEROUS SNOUT, overcome enough that his voice comes out as a squeak]

You're ridiculous...

I'm not anything like that! I just wanted to get you a present. And it worked!

[Geir is extremely pleased at the success of his gift. he settles down to bask in his praise from Vern, purring in the back of his throat and leaning into Vern's petting exactly like a needy cat.]

[plunks down in the dirt so he can tug Geir's nose all the way into his lap. yes. yes Geir can have so much affection. he has sort of given up on trying to avoid petting him out in the open because that's really difficult]

Thank you. I don't have one for you right now, though...

It's okay. I'd rather give you things.

[Geir puddles out next to Vern, huge and purring like an engine and 5000% content to be petted. this is the ideal life. he should give Vern gifts all the time.

it's unfortunate Vern didn't mention he was trying to avoid petting Geir in public, or Geir might have reconsidered constantly pestering him for affection 24/7. It's Too Late Now]

You're sweet. Where did you even get this? I didn't see anything like it in the market...

[carefully balances it on top of Geir's nose, eheheheheheh]

Of course not! Can't you tell it's me?

[random Palai aren't going to be making things that look exactly like him, obviously.]

A guy I met in the coven made it. Big suit of armor. He was amazing -- he had some kind of magic he called "alchemy," and just started making these of everyone he saw!

Of course I can tell it was you! I was just wondering...

[he's not entirely sure what to feel about Geir being enamored of someone else's magic (is that a twinge of jealousy, Vern, surely not?) but mostly, he's touched]

Midgard's alchemy couldn't produce anything like this on its own, but I suppose not everyone is operating on the same rules.

He just clapped his hands together, and bam-- there was a little statue! I'm glad you like it.

[Geir's admiration of Alphonse's alchemy is wholehearted and sincere, but it's pretty obvious his first thought for what to do with it was "Vern would like this"... so maybe it's all right.]

He said he wasn't a teacher, but I still wonder if he could teach you...

Teach me...alchemy?

[tilts his head; unsure and curious at once]

Why?

I don't know... it seemed cool? If it's something anyone can learn...

[Vern and he must think about these things very differently... that's something to consider.]

Why not, right?

...what about you...?

I don't know if I can learn it! My power doesn't work like a human's.

[Geir thinks back to what Alphonse said.]

The way he talked about it didn't sound like something I would learn, anyway. Something about fitting into the world...

...we could both try it...not all the rules might be the same here, right?

[Vern is not as good at puppy eyes as Geir, but they are sort of limpid behind his glasses]

--I mean, if he'd teach us. Sure. Of course!

[Geir trips over the words in his eagerness to agree. seems that cajolery is Very Effective.]

['let's try to learn weird magic together from some rando' seems to settle better for Vern than 'let's try to learn magic solo from some rando my dragon met,' cool cool cool]

All right. I suppose I do want to make you things more often than not.

I've never made anything. Just dug that cave out further.

[Geir seems mildly poleaxed at the idea. he probably won't be able to actually do it, he reasons, but if he could...]

--it probably won't work. You won't be mad if it doesn't, right?

Of course not...we don't know how it'll work for either of us, at all, if he's not from home.

We still don't know how a lot of things work.

[he's shyly excited about that today, rather than frustrated. he's seen a lot of opportunities to learn new things lately, and the idea of creating something... well, that sticks in his mind.]

Mm. So even if it doesn't pan out, we'll still have learned something.

[he does hope it will work, though -- for Geir more than himself, to preserve that warm feeling]

Next time I see him, I'll ask him.

[Geir rubs his eye ridge against Vern's shoulder again, unbearably affectionate for a moment]

You're always making me think of new things, Vern.

Surely I can't be the only one...?

[enthusiastic skritches, who is getting them. Geir is!!!]