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.
callisto opens his mouth for a brief moment, before he feels the pat against his skin. it's a bit different than any other contact he's experienced, and so he finds himself staring for a bit too long. ]
regardless, he didn't take the gesture offensive before, or even now when he places a palmier on his lap. ] There is hardly any need for thanks. [ he brushes it off, not to trivialize it as much as it was to say that maybe it would be perfectly acceptable for this to become a normal occurrence. who knew the day would come where a surprise wasn't a knife to the back, or an assassin in his bed chambers. ]
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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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callisto opens his mouth for a brief moment, before he feels the pat against his skin. it's a bit different than any other contact he's experienced, and so he finds himself staring for a bit too long. ]
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If this is the reward for just one lesson, I look forward to many more.
[ not the invisible pressure of more rewards in the near future... ]
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Me too. [ ... ] Um.
[ Looking down at his feet a little more shyly, taking another palmier to place in Callisto's lap. ]
Thank you... for coming out with me today. Even if it was a surprise outing.
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regardless, he didn't take the gesture offensive before, or even now when he places a palmier on his lap. ] There is hardly any need for thanks. [ he brushes it off, not to trivialize it as much as it was to say that maybe it would be perfectly acceptable for this to become a normal occurrence. who knew the day would come where a surprise wasn't a knife to the back, or an assassin in his bed chambers. ]
This is not to be our last, after all.