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[Open] Worried Mama Lark

WHO: Lark, Any of her CR that experienced Calibrations
WHERE: Wherever her people can be found
WHAT: Mom's hovering in worry guys
WHEN: June 11th-18th
WARNINGS: There may be motherly behaviors and lectures

A month. More or less a month (definitely less in some cases), where the people she cared about had been out of touch. Again. And when Lark had come back, she'd started to hear horrid things of people having been trapped. It was horrid.

Which is why people were going to have to deal with this now. Without announcement even. There's Lark, showing up at the door. In one hand a light scarf. In the other, a covered container with wafting hints of savory scent.

And the look on her face? It says she's not going to walk away easily. That and the dog that has gone to lay down across the doorway, tail thumping excitedly.

"How are you doing?"

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Upset? Oh dear boy, no. Just worried.

“I am not made. I have made you some lunch, and a gift. I was so worried about you. What happened?”

Oh there is so much concern on her face. Her poor friend, so hurt. And she couldn’t protect him.

'I wasn't sure with your expression,' and he gestured to his face, pointing and circling his finger around it. 'Did you bring enough lunch for both of us? I can try to tell you about it while we eat?'

There was a lot to tell, so better to do it over good food at least. With Little Bear!

He looks to the scarf held out and points to it. 'Gift?'

"I brought enough for us to enjoy it. We can make ourselves a little picknic. And yes..."

She holds out the softly green colored scarf to him.

"I wove it for you."

Lerith brightens as she confirms that it's a gift for him. Quickly his tattered orange one was pulled off - showing off that his metal collar is gone and leaving white nasty scarring on his throat bare - before pulling the green one around to cover it back up. The elf is grinning and rubs a section against his cheek.

'So soft! First the sweater now this. You are very talented, Miss Lark!'

He then moves in to give her a hug, with a little squeeze. A way for him to say thank you without actually using his words. Once he pulls back, he types once more. 'Where would you like to have our... picnic? Is that what you called it?'

Yes, she'd felt this color would look good on him, and she was glad to see how it made the color of his skin look a bit more healthy compared to how she considered the orange.

"I'm very glad that you feel so. I was glad to do it. Now, as for food... Well, why don't we settle down in the shade outside? I wish to enjoy the look of nature."

The months in the city had been doing Lerith well, who looked far less gaunt now than when Lark had first met him for measuring his torso. The green looked good with his tattoos and it brought out the brightness of his eyes. Lark definitely had a talent!

'Shade then. Little Bear can come too? I miss seeing both of you and I have so much to tell!'

He started towards the far side of the hotel, where shade was being cast. It was warm out, but it was no different to Lerith than a summer's day in Tevinter. The south was the cold place, he'd take the north's warmth over it!

"Of course he can. I have some treats for him, and I have much I wish to hear from you."

So she moved with him, and Little Bear happily frolicked behind them.

"So what was this thing that happened to you all?"

Lerith walked next to Lark, peeking back every now and then to make sure Little Bear was still with them as they walked. The device was worked on in his hands as he typed, trying to spell things correctly so Jon's voice would say them right.

'I saw an injured halla, which is a creature from my world. A sleek and smaller horse with long horns that spiral out from its head. I followed it, knowing it needed help and it went down... into tunnels. A door shut behind me and I couldn't get out. Others were down there. Jon from the library, Echo, and others. But then we would all fall asleep and dream, but we could visit other people's dreams! The people down there with me!'

"Oh dear," she says, her voice soft and distressed. "Oh but I wish I could hug you right now."

Because she doesn't want to do that without his permission.

The elf gives her a smile to indicate he was okay, opening an arm in offering for a hug. She sounded so distressed about his situation, even though he had come out unharmed. 'You can hug me anytime you want, Miss Lark. I trust you! And Little bear. I missed you while we were stuck down there and I'm glad you weren't trapped like the rest of us.'

He stops in a shady spot and starts setting out the items for food, and made sure to give the best boy some pets and affection as well. When everything is set, Lerith takes a seat to type again. 'In other people's dream rooms, you could touch things and see memories attached to them. And everyone had a dream room.'

His eyes do go distant for a long moment, thinking of what others had seen Lerith experience before escaping. Then he shakes it off and scratches Little Bear's head again.

Well then, since he allowed it, she took him into her arms for the hug she felt he so sorely needed to have. Which was, of course, something she needed as well. No reason she can't serve them both.

Once the hug had passed they could resume into the shade, and there she was happy to settle down while Lerith appreciated the dog.

"Magic that walks dreams is not common where I am from."

'The closest to dream walking I have heard of, is the Fade where I am from. But the Fade doesn’t look like the rooms I saw.' But Lerith hadn’t seen much of the Fade aside from the Rifts he had encountered trying to find a safe place to live. He frowns a little.

'My dream looked like… the villa I was living in at home. Where I was a slave. And people visiting could touch things to… access memories. Many of them were not nice memories.'

He settles a little and crossed his legs. 'Where did you go during our absence? Did you…escape? Not sure how to phrase my question.'

A dream that was a memory at the same time. A giving of the truth of oneself, against their will. No, that's not okay.

"I was in Sh'Ka, gathering things for dyes and paints."

Sh'Ka... that's the other city. Lerith's heard of it but hadn't ventured that way yet. 'I am glad you were safe. If you had ended up in my dream room, I would not have wanted you to see most of the memories.' Even the one nice one was only classified as that since it had been of his escape.

'Did you dye this fabric with what you found there? I have not been to Shka.'

This was nice. It was quiet with good food and a friend. Much better than some of the rooms he had been to in dreams and then those weird showers that smelled like... what had the others called it?

Italian dressing? Whatever the hell that was.

Oh the poor thing. She wishes to reach out and touch his hands, but that would be too much she deems.

"Yes, I did. A fruit, the juice of which can be made very color fast. I'm not used to taking green from fruit though. Usually it's plant stems back home.

Lerith looks surprised, then impressed. 'I didn't know you could make colors from fruits. Only juice to drink,' which was a treat to someone of Lerith's status.

'I think Bruno would like the fruits to make paints. Maybe when I harvest the plants I'm growing from Thedas you could see if you can make colors from that as well?'

More paint colors would be nice to add to the lobby's lively collage that he had been helping out with. 'I think embrium has some red in it? Maybe.'

"The plant world gives us so very many things. Though some of what I know I learned because of my partner Rosethorn."

And Bruno would like it, yes. She would be glad if he did.

"I can try, but I wouldn't want to take things that remind you of home from you."

A nod. 'You mentioned Rosethorn before I think. When you say 'partner' do you mean someone you work with or... romantic?'

Jon's voice didn't sound nearly as awkward as Lerith felt as it spoke his words for him. He rubs the back of his head before partaking in some of the food and giving Little Bear good rubs.

'You don't have to worry. I can grow more from the seeds. I wouldn't offer if I didn't have more I could grow, Miss Lark.' He gives her a smile. 'Especially if we can make more paint to keep using in the hotel!'

"Romantic," Lark admitted with a smile. "She's lovely. Has a way with plants. That's actually her magic."

Oh her Rosethorn, lovely and so far away from her.

"Do you know how to get seeds fromt he plants you do grow? That sounds important too. Though more painting would be lovely."

The awkwardness melts away as she admits to being romantic with her Rosethorn. Miss Lark looks nice when she's smiling instead of worrying and fussing over him. Though he doesn't blame her for being upset for him and others being gone for a month. If the roles were reversed, no doubt he would fret over her.

'I can harvest leaves from the plants and they'll grow still. I can get the seeds out of the crystal grace to plant more. More colors maybe!' Embrium might give a red or purple, elfroot would be green and he'd have to see what colors to make out of the crystal grace. He hadn't tried making paint after all.

Well, at least he understood that fretting was very, very natural to do. It was the only right thing to do actually.

"That sounds wonderful. I would like to see these plants of yours. They are little pieces of your world."

He had so few friends back home that Lerith cherishes the ones that he's made here in Temba so far. The elf offers her some of the food she's made, so that it can be a 'real' picnic with them sharing.

(Also he might slip a bit to Little Bear when he think Miss Lark isn't looking.)

'I'd like to show you. Maybe during the winter I can ask the Agrii nicely for other plants to grow. See if there are other colors for paint, or maybe plants that blossom fibers for more sweater making?'

Lerith loves the sweater she made for him, even if he can't wear it because of how hot it is right now. 'You've made me two items so far, so the least I can do is help get you plants for maybe tea or painting with!'

It was nice, though, to have a real picnic with her friend. Especially talking about something they most care for.

"I wouldn't mind more plant based fibers. Plant fibers behave differently. They are very agreeable. I miss cotton, honestly."

Though that wasn't likely to happen here. Or linen for that matter.

"Oh more tea plants would be a delight."

Another little bit of food gets slipped to Little Bear. How much could he give the wolf before Miss Lark noticed and scolded him? Hopefully enough.

'I'll have to see what I can find in the greenhouse about the plants to make fibers from. Surely there has to be some? I can test the potential of tea while I work at the diner with Tommy. So in case there's a mess I can clean it easier.'

He fiddles with his food for a moment. 'Is the garment making what you do in your world? What is your world like, Miss Lark?'

Oh, she noticed. Lark made a light clicking sound with her tongue and the wolf hound whimpered but kept his head on the ground, knowing he wasn't supposed to get table scraps.

"It's not healthy for a dog to eat people food, Lerith," she reminded him softly. Or perhaps told him. Did Lerith truly know?

"I do not have the agriculture point, I admit. Young Thomas leaves little signs for me to indicate what I should be harvesting when, so I just oblige him. And I weed things. I've learned which are the bad plants normally."

Ah, her world. No, she isn't that at all. She shakes her head.

"I'm a mage. And while I do make cloth and clothing, my main purpose is to serve as a Dedicate Initiate. I teach young mages, I see to it that sufficient bandages are made with spells woven in for healing and to keep away disease. I create cloths that we sell in local markets. And I serve as part of the governing council of mages."

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