Alright, alright, they get a flat look. He isn't annoyed, just... bewildered. He's not used to light teasing - ugh, they know that quite well. And Seer looks like she has figured it out, which may prove inconvenient.
"I'd read your kind were custodians of the Resting Grounds," he tries, hoping very much she'll take the topic change.
Seer nods. This one is easier than the rest. "We took to the task of tidying graves and minding their visitors quite well, and so our role under the Pale Light was decided. Work I still carry out to this day," she adds. "Though for me it is penance more than pride..."
"The metalwork outside - the railings. Symbology's the wrong shape," he points out. He holds out a hand, crooking his thumb to make a four-pronged vertical shape with his fingers, more for his own thought process than anyone else's reminder. "How'd you get away with that, then?"
"I don't suppose you get into much bother for your questions, do you?" Nosy historian indeed. "Ahh, but that's no crown at all, you see. It is the glow of the moon, or the stars. It is just spikes, same as everywhere in Hallownest, or... What did my grandfather say...? Moth feathers," she explains, and bobs her antennae slightly.
"Aye, right. Well just so we're clear," he replies, "I came in through King's Pass. There's quite a view up there."
Seer, more amused than she was, tilts her head. "I'm sure there is."
"You can see right across the dustbowl, if you're keen to look."
"It sounds very scenic..."
He gives up. "Moth feathers, then," he agrees to disagree.
Seer smiles again. "My tribe has lived in Hallownest a very long time... and we were very good caretakers." She dips her head resolutely. "That's enough for the moment, I think. I'm starting to think you might actually retain some of this! My, but for someone who isn't a historian you ask some striking questions, Lemm."
Lemm does not quite manage to look apologetic. He does flip his bag closed over the top of the re-wrapped Arcane Egg.
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Date: 2023-03-15 05:14 pm (UTC)"I'd read your kind were custodians of the Resting Grounds," he tries, hoping very much she'll take the topic change.
Seer nods. This one is easier than the rest. "We took to the task of tidying graves and minding their visitors quite well, and so our role under the Pale Light was decided. Work I still carry out to this day," she adds. "Though for me it is penance more than pride..."
"The metalwork outside - the railings. Symbology's the wrong shape," he points out. He holds out a hand, crooking his thumb to make a four-pronged vertical shape with his fingers, more for his own thought process than anyone else's reminder. "How'd you get away with that, then?"
"I don't suppose you get into much bother for your questions, do you?" Nosy historian indeed. "Ahh, but that's no crown at all, you see. It is the glow of the moon, or the stars. It is just spikes, same as everywhere in Hallownest, or... What did my grandfather say...? Moth feathers," she explains, and bobs her antennae slightly.
"Aye, right. Well just so we're clear," he replies, "I came in through King's Pass. There's quite a view up there."
Seer, more amused than she was, tilts her head. "I'm sure there is."
"You can see right across the dustbowl, if you're keen to look."
"It sounds very scenic..."
He gives up. "Moth feathers, then," he agrees to disagree.
Seer smiles again. "My tribe has lived in Hallownest a very long time... and we were very good caretakers." She dips her head resolutely. "That's enough for the moment, I think. I'm starting to think you might actually retain some of this! My, but for someone who isn't a historian you ask some striking questions, Lemm."
Lemm does not quite manage to look apologetic. He does flip his bag closed over the top of the re-wrapped Arcane Egg.