The fact that you were staring quite intently at it was most of what caught my attention, truthfully. [he could have been just waiting for it to cool down or something, but Olivine is... well, he's not afraid to be wrong, and anyone he can help is another person satisfied.]
Fontaine... [the word sticks a little on his tongue, elegant feeling as it is. it's assuredly a place he's never heard of, which is intriguing in its own right. Neuvillette asked first though, so he'll stow his curiosity.] It sounds like a wonderful place. The Water Territory is one of the territories on the Klein continent. With year-round rainfall and many lakes, not to mention its proximity to the ocean, we've developed many waterways to help aid our people.
There are also many churches to Klein there—I'm a priest for one of them, in the Water City where we maintain and care for the Water Altar. [the names may be simple, even inelegant, but they truly do get the point across, don't they?] We see quite a few pilgrims over the year, and offer a number of yearly events to facilitate trade. Outside of that, we're a small community in truth, with relatively simple lives.
I'm happy to speak of the God of Klein as well, of course, but that reach is far beyond our humble territory.
[he could absolutely yammer on about Klein for ages.]
I'm sure I will. And despite her harsh words, I don't think we appear that rude... probably. I've known several people like that in my life, and they are mostly just kind and harmless.
[his expression is fond as he turns his gaze to the food, politely taking a bite before speaking again. truly, nothing could be as bad as Blade's cooking, and the volume is... surprisingly similar. he won't say anything about that either, though.]
It's quite flavourful... [he's not surprised exactly, though he does offer a polite, understanding smile to Neuvillette.] I imagine that can be hard to taste if you have a sensitive tongue, though. Oh—forgive me, I haven't asked what I should call you. I'm Olivine. [which he'd said before, but y'know, it feels right to repeat it.]
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Fontaine... [the word sticks a little on his tongue, elegant feeling as it is. it's assuredly a place he's never heard of, which is intriguing in its own right. Neuvillette asked first though, so he'll stow his curiosity.] It sounds like a wonderful place. The Water Territory is one of the territories on the Klein continent. With year-round rainfall and many lakes, not to mention its proximity to the ocean, we've developed many waterways to help aid our people.
There are also many churches to Klein there—I'm a priest for one of them, in the Water City where we maintain and care for the Water Altar. [the names may be simple, even inelegant, but they truly do get the point across, don't they?] We see quite a few pilgrims over the year, and offer a number of yearly events to facilitate trade. Outside of that, we're a small community in truth, with relatively simple lives.
I'm happy to speak of the God of Klein as well, of course, but that reach is far beyond our humble territory.
[he could absolutely yammer on about Klein for ages.]
I'm sure I will. And despite her harsh words, I don't think we appear that rude... probably. I've known several people like that in my life, and they are mostly just kind and harmless.
[his expression is fond as he turns his gaze to the food, politely taking a bite before speaking again. truly, nothing could be as bad as Blade's cooking, and the volume is... surprisingly similar. he won't say anything about that either, though.]
It's quite flavourful... [he's not surprised exactly, though he does offer a polite, understanding smile to Neuvillette.] I imagine that can be hard to taste if you have a sensitive tongue, though. Oh—forgive me, I haven't asked what I should call you. I'm Olivine. [which he'd said before, but y'know, it feels right to repeat it.]