[ you come back here this instant what do you mean one less thing to come to terms with.
(Ugh.
The cronigiri.
You can't hide your abhorrence for the thing, your disapproval, so you turn your face away. Callisto doesn't deserve to be judged too harshly for his curiosity into the strange and unfortunate.)
No, Siffrin will be content to eat palmiers... glancing at Callisto to see if he's enjoying that star-forsaken thing, then they can judge him. ]
instead he focuses back on the cronigiri, which for all intents and purposes, despite his etiquette is incredibly hard to eat without its casting his flaky husk out at very bite. that said, he can tell siffrin doesn't seem to enjoy it, and so he takes large enough bites out of it to end .... it rather swiftly.
the matcha cream is enough where it doesn't overpower the dish. ]
You really do dislike it. I'm a bit surprised, if just because you normally seem pleasantly curious about most things. [ don't worry, it's almost gone by the next bite. ]
Siffrin's getting up, setting his palmiers down a second, and scurrying away. Hold on. Still in sight, just going to a drink machine to buy Callisto a
hm. There's so many choices. Black tea... Tea goes nice with sweets, he thinks. Even if its canned. Yeah, that's fine, he's doing that and trotting back over to hand it to his friend. ]
[ he takes his time with the last couples of bites, as he watches siffrin walk away. he's about to interject that there's no need, but also finds that he... didn't want to stop siffrin's show of care, either. it's an odd sensation.
he decides to leave the concept unaddressed in his mind as he sees the bottle held out to him. he takes it and for a moment just stares at it. ] You really are proficient in watching over others. [ much like when he healed him, he thinks.
he takes a drink, finally washing down the croissant. ] I can only hope you aren't like to everyone. [ not just because he's petty, but he wouldn't want siffrin to be involved with someone who could take advantage of his demure and cutesy nature. stop, i am never getting over this meme. ]
spewing otome lines to everyone with that tongue of his... callisto can already envision it now. ] As long as you never forget to be careful. While I am sure you are aware of this, not everyone has positive intentions.
but, fair. at the thanks, his expression does seem to soften just slightly. that is before he brushes past it. he needs to retain his flawless front, okay, even if he also almost choked on a cronigiri. ] When did you need the item completed by?
[ also... shared soup for what purpose? but, he thinks it's too late to ask now. ]
[ Give it up king... you're so much more likable when you're adorable...
Hmmmmmm. Elysium hadn't given them a hard deadline, but... ]
... Before the end of the month. Once I have the material I need to give you, you can begin working on it. But I need to teach you how to Craft, too.
[ A thoughtful tilt of their head. How should they do that... Even explaining it to Gebura was a little tough. Let's... see. ]
... Imagine... a line, from one point to another. [ The same gesture with their hand. ] That's sort of how Crafting works. It's you, and your will or... intent, impressing on what you're working on. I can create a fire that gives off heat and light, but doesn't burn you. I can use Healing Crafts to mend broken skin. Paintings and statues that move, because it's the intent of their creator. A piece of them, inside their creation, kind of thing.
But... we won't be focusing on that level, more... asking the metal to tell you where to hit, and asking the hammer to strike well. Balanced. That kind of thing. If that makes sense.
[ when siffrin moves into the actual instruction, he does naturally fix his posture ever so slightly, a bit more stiff and attentive. when he explains, he falls a bit into thought.
then his magic appeared to work much with the power of the mind itself. or from thoughts. he has to wonder how exactly that works. if something could be created from sheer will and thought alone, there would be no limit to what could be achieved. is that truly how magic worked in the world siffrin came from? it's not that he isn't following, but that his brain seems to have difficulties accepting that this was a possibility. ]
You mentioned in your world, many could do this? [ that's impressive in its own right.
he also just stares. while he doesn't have a piece of paper, they did have a napkin provided to them at the bakery (let's forget temporarily forget how unrealistic this is)— and he slides it over to siffrin. ]
The palmiers are set aside, for now... and Siffrin smooths the napkin out on his lap with a nod. This would be a fantastic, wonderful time for him to teach Callisto Crafting hands-on, but they haven't reached that beat of their development yet... later on in the month. For now-- ]
You can fold a crane normally, and you'll end up with the same thing if you're practiced... but even if you aren't, with Crafting, you can make a crane without its beak squishing, or messing up your creases.
[ A pause, and then they exhale softly as they start to gently fold the napkin perfectly, despite the thinness of the medium, the inherent floppiness. It seems to remain straight, for Siffrin. Allows them to fold and crease, to create volume where there should be none. ]
It feels a little silly to an outsider, but the paper... the napkin, wants to be folded. Wood wants to be carved. Metal wants to be worked, and paintings want to be brushed. By asking, "what's the best way to fold you?", your hands follow a rhythm. Um, there's some resistance depending... on the material you use, but... you coax it, and befriend it, and you work with it instead of against it.
... Like fishing, when you ease up on reeling it in to stop the line from snapping, and then guiding the fish to you when it tires.
[ And... viola. A paper napkin crane, wings floofed out a little more thanks to the added folds and lightness of the cheap material. It's still fragile, so Siffrin sets it carefully in Callisto's lap for inspection.
... When Callisto touches it, it'll tip its beak up in greeting. ]
Um. I don't have a better explanation. You should go fishing sometime and see what I mean.
the description really is a lot of food for thought. he barely thinks of living entities as possessing any sort of will at times. or rather, he tries to push down that thought (especially when most just turn to corpses and ash), and so to extend this idea to an inanimate object strikes him as a difficult concept to blend with the thoughts he's always had. if there is anything that counteracts against this, it's the fact that he does believes in siffrin.
doesn't see any hint of falsity in the words he says and the deft way his fingers move over the napkin. which is precisely why he does seem to put his best efforts to understand the basic theory of his world. his eyes watching carefully, and despite the impossibility of it, he does open his mind to it.
to begin with, the concept of magic was just as mysterious.
when he touches the crane napkin and it begins to move with life, not unlike the origami pieces he keeps in his room, he gives a small nod. ] I think I have come to an understanding thanks to your careful instruction. You are suggesting that instead of bending it to my will through force, it is more about gently persuading it to move along with my desires? [ it makes sense, but instead of applying to fishing...
he looks back at siffrin then back at the crane on his lap. ]
he supposed there may have been some truth in those who had boldly labeled him a tyrant. he only seems to see it when he's speaking with someone just like this, however. ] While I do not normally forgive resistance, I will make a fair attempt. It is a student's job to keep face for their teacher, after all.
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[ Pals-mier...! ]
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Oh? Since you said that, is it all right for my expectations to be so high?
[ he finishes off the cookie, cleaning off his gloved hands, before... ]
I did, but there may have been something I liked more.
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Siffrin tilts his head, curious. What? ]
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It's a royal secret.
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You can heighten your expectations, I'll do my best to match them.
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I have no doubt you will. [ but, he's glad they moved on, at least. one less thing to come to terms with.
now time for him to eat his... cronigiri. as he expected, it's kind of hard to eat... ]
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(Ugh.
The cronigiri.
You can't hide your abhorrence for the thing, your disapproval, so you turn your face away. Callisto doesn't deserve to be judged too harshly for his curiosity into the strange and unfortunate.)
No, Siffrin will be content to eat palmiers... glancing at Callisto to see if he's enjoying that star-forsaken thing, then they can judge him. ]
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instead he focuses back on the cronigiri, which for all intents and purposes, despite his etiquette is incredibly hard to eat without its casting his flaky husk out at very bite. that said, he can tell siffrin doesn't seem to enjoy it, and so he takes large enough bites out of it to end .... it rather swiftly.
the matcha cream is enough where it doesn't overpower the dish. ]
You really do dislike it. I'm a bit surprised, if just because you normally seem pleasantly curious about most things. [ don't worry, it's almost gone by the next bite. ]
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There's nothing to be curious about with it. Don't choke.
[ Or else Siffrin really will never forgive croissants for their apparent crimes against him. ]
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thankfully, it's just him who is decimating it. ]
Who would ch— [ clearing his throat. okay, point proven.
that could have been a close one. ]
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Pfft. I warned you.
[ Don't! Choke!
...
Siffrin's getting up, setting his palmiers down a second, and scurrying away. Hold on. Still in sight, just going to a drink machine to buy Callisto a
hm. There's so many choices. Black tea... Tea goes nice with sweets, he thinks. Even if its canned. Yeah, that's fine, he's doing that and trotting back over to hand it to his friend. ]
Here.
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he decides to leave the concept unaddressed in his mind as he sees the bottle held out to him. he takes it and for a moment just stares at it. ] You really are proficient in watching over others. [ much like when he healed him, he thinks.
he takes a drink, finally washing down the croissant. ] I can only hope you aren't like to everyone. [ not just because he's petty, but he wouldn't want siffrin to be involved with someone who could take advantage of his demure and cutesy nature. stop, i am never getting over this meme. ]
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(You... are?
...) ]
If there's something I can do for someone, then I will. That's all. It's part of being a traveler, probably.
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spewing otome lines to everyone with that tongue of his... callisto can already envision it now. ] As long as you never forget to be careful. While I am sure you are aware of this, not everyone has positive intentions.
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I will. [ Even if they're innocent proven not trusting. ] ... Thanks.
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but, fair. at the thanks, his expression does seem to soften just slightly. that is before he brushes past it. he needs to retain his flawless front, okay, even if he also almost choked on a cronigiri. ] When did you need the item completed by?
[ also... shared soup for what purpose? but, he thinks it's too late to ask now. ]
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Hmmmmmm. Elysium hadn't given them a hard deadline, but... ]
... Before the end of the month. Once I have the material I need to give you, you can begin working on it. But I need to teach you how to Craft, too.
[ A thoughtful tilt of their head. How should they do that... Even explaining it to Gebura was a little tough. Let's... see. ]
... Imagine... a line, from one point to another. [ The same gesture with their hand. ] That's sort of how Crafting works. It's you, and your will or... intent, impressing on what you're working on. I can create a fire that gives off heat and light, but doesn't burn you. I can use Healing Crafts to mend broken skin. Paintings and statues that move, because it's the intent of their creator. A piece of them, inside their creation, kind of thing.
But... we won't be focusing on that level, more... asking the metal to tell you where to hit, and asking the hammer to strike well. Balanced. That kind of thing. If that makes sense.
[ "Asking" magic... ]
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then his magic appeared to work much with the power of the mind itself. or from thoughts. he has to wonder how exactly that works. if something could be created from sheer will and thought alone, there would be no limit to what could be achieved. is that truly how magic worked in the world siffrin came from? it's not that he isn't following, but that his brain seems to have difficulties accepting that this was a possibility. ]
You mentioned in your world, many could do this? [ that's impressive in its own right.
... how are more people not dead??? ]
Asking? [ ???? ] ... and the metal responds?
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Everyone can. They grow up learning how to, so it's... thoughtless, or... natural. Like breathing.
[ No thinking, just doing. ]
Um. Sort of. You... sort... feel? Where to hit it...
[ ... How to... show. Um. ]
... You don't happen to have a piece of paper on hand, do you...?
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he also just stares. while he doesn't have a piece of paper, they did have a napkin provided to them at the bakery (let's forget temporarily forget how unrealistic this is)— and he slides it over to siffrin. ]
What of this?
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The palmiers are set aside, for now... and Siffrin smooths the napkin out on his lap with a nod. This would be a fantastic, wonderful time for him to teach Callisto Crafting hands-on, but they haven't reached that beat of their development yet... later on in the month. For now-- ]
You can fold a crane normally, and you'll end up with the same thing if you're practiced... but even if you aren't, with Crafting, you can make a crane without its beak squishing, or messing up your creases.
[ A pause, and then they exhale softly as they start to gently fold the napkin perfectly, despite the thinness of the medium, the inherent floppiness. It seems to remain straight, for Siffrin. Allows them to fold and crease, to create volume where there should be none. ]
It feels a little silly to an outsider, but the paper... the napkin, wants to be folded. Wood wants to be carved. Metal wants to be worked, and paintings want to be brushed. By asking, "what's the best way to fold you?", your hands follow a rhythm. Um, there's some resistance depending... on the material you use, but... you coax it, and befriend it, and you work with it instead of against it.
... Like fishing, when you ease up on reeling it in to stop the line from snapping, and then guiding the fish to you when it tires.
[ And... viola. A paper napkin crane, wings floofed out a little more thanks to the added folds and lightness of the cheap material. It's still fragile, so Siffrin sets it carefully in Callisto's lap for inspection.
... When Callisto touches it, it'll tip its beak up in greeting. ]
Um. I don't have a better explanation. You should go fishing sometime and see what I mean.
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the description really is a lot of food for thought. he barely thinks of living entities as possessing any sort of will at times. or rather, he tries to push down that thought (especially when most just turn to corpses and ash), and so to extend this idea to an inanimate object strikes him as a difficult concept to blend with the thoughts he's always had. if there is anything that counteracts against this, it's the fact that he does believes in siffrin.
doesn't see any hint of falsity in the words he says and the deft way his fingers move over the napkin. which is precisely why he does seem to put his best efforts to understand the basic theory of his world. his eyes watching carefully, and despite the impossibility of it, he does open his mind to it.
to begin with, the concept of magic was just as mysterious.
when he touches the crane napkin and it begins to move with life, not unlike the origami pieces he keeps in his room, he gives a small nod. ] I think I have come to an understanding thanks to your careful instruction. You are suggesting that instead of bending it to my will through force, it is more about gently persuading it to move along with my desires? [ it makes sense, but instead of applying to fishing...
he looks back at siffrin then back at the crane on his lap. ]
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Yes. Even if you feel resistance, just take it easy. The Universe leads, and we must follow.
[ ... That again... ]
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he supposed there may have been some truth in those who had boldly labeled him a tyrant. he only seems to see it when he's speaking with someone just like this, however. ] While I do not normally forgive resistance, I will make a fair attempt. It is a student's job to keep face for their teacher, after all.
[ there's that quote again... ]
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... Thanks for softening up a little.
[ Let's see. He... will gently pat Callisto's hand. ]
Reward.
[ Should be good enough... Bonnie claimed not to enjoy it when Odile would pat their head, but Siffrin thinks they did. ]
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