Open | Some used your name for glory

[kadia]

WHO: Colin, Kadi, and you.
WHAT: Catch-all/open
WHEN: July and August
WHERE: Various places in Northcliff Pass
NOTES: Starters inside. cw: mentions of a cult and the abuses of it.

Comments

[keenly]

That seems peculiar. Being able to write is a highly marketable skill, and if Farogil enjoyed it, why wouldn't he go with that? Although he supposes embroidery is like more expensive drawing. He bobs his head.

"I used to draw some. Back when the magistrate taught me and my sister to read and write, and there was paper about. The only paper I keep in my house is to write her with, so."

A mild-mannered shrug. This isn't so hard. He's making an actual friend. Or, he thinks so.

[sampler]

Again he mentions his sister and only his sister, and Faro catches on that perhaps the rest of his family is deceased, or at least not available to visit or write. Good thing he hadn't asked about them before!

Faro takes a swig of his ale -proper ale tonight, not small beer- and inclines his head with curiosity, "What did you like to draw?"

[keenly]

“Water and plants.” A shrug. “Raindrops on a leaf, or a creek. Flowers. Things like that.” He doesn’t know what it is about water that draws him, but there it is. “What about you?”

[sampler]

That answer makes Farogil grin. "The same. Flowers and vines and... busy patterns."

He holds his wrist up between them and taps at the cuff of his shirt; like most of his clothes, there's embroidery around the hems because he can't help himself. This tunic has about an inch wide band of a complex, repeating vine pattern in green that's a few shades deeper than the mossy color of the fabric.

Faro knows his style and sticks to it.