Yes, presumably so you may break it and your neck in one fell swoop!
⟪ Now that it is firmly established neither of them cares at all about the other's safety –– apparently, she is just going to head on off now. This is it, this is all the planning she intends to do. ⟫
At any rate, the Postmaster seemed to have been excited, and they haven't devoured anyone yet. I think we may be heading for this village the masked man found.
[ Rafe is almost mildly offended to hear that and it shows in his tone. He's been doing this for years, give him some dang credit, woman. ]
I don't fall.
[ Ah hell. Would've been great if his predilection for heights had been enough to distract from this cockeyed plan of hers. But since it's not, Rafe follows along, rolling his eyes in the dark above her head. ]
Yet, being that keyword. [ He can't help but stress. ] Yet.
And to every single other person in Beacon, I would say the same thing: you don't fall. ⟪ This is less about what she says and more about what she doesn't say. ⟫
I have lived in a city filled with Shadows and all manner of unearthly creatures. ⟪ Still, can't say she doesn't appreciate the company. The forrest is dark. ⟫ Still, I'll make it worth your while. I believe we may have to cross the river, and I don't think either of us is up for building bridges not made of magic.
Yeah, [ he snorts, ] really doubt other people in Beacon have a portfolio quite like mine.
[ Meaning that if other persons attempt this and say they don't fall, Melisandre is allowed and in fact encouraged to laugh in their face.
While Rafe wants to argue that no matter what that old City had been, it'd been at least a known or slightly better known than whatever the hell is out in these woods. But Melisandre is about as easy to dissuade upon deciding something as he is...and. Okay, yeah, he can't lie. More magic practice is a bit of an incentive. ]
Not without a shitload more chopping than I'm feeling like right now, no.
No, where –– ⟪ now, she looks truly confused. ⟫ It's not about the port you own. My meaning was that to other people, I would not doubt your skill. And it is not your skill I doubt, it's the ground's mercy, and the reliableness of these walls and roofs.
⟪ And now that makes it sound like she cares, so really, it's truly best if she focuses on the teaching part. And granted, she's at least having a tiny moment of considering the image of Rafe chopping down a tree. It's a good one. ⟫
I'll show you how the larger constructions are made. You may not be fully ready for those, but it's a base principle which can be applied to shields, too.
I don't own a... [ Is he really going to start arguing the semantics and etymology of portfolio here? Now? No. Rafe can recognize a losing battle when it's waving the dictionary in his face. (..And to be perfectly honest, he may well actually own a harbor or two. You hit a certain point in wealth where you just can't keep track of everything.) ] Never mind.
[ Moving on. And happy to do so with the promise of another lesson forthcoming. Though at the same time— ]
You sure you won't be too wiped afterwards? If this is a big enough to-do, we don't exactly know if there's anywhere to hole up and recuperate.
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⟪ Now that it is firmly established neither of them cares at all about the other's safety –– apparently, she is just going to head on off now. This is it, this is all the planning she intends to do. ⟫
At any rate, the Postmaster seemed to have been excited, and they haven't devoured anyone yet. I think we may be heading for this village the masked man found.
⟪ And he's alive! So! ⟫
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I don't fall.
[ Ah hell. Would've been great if his predilection for heights had been enough to distract from this cockeyed plan of hers. But since it's not, Rafe follows along, rolling his eyes in the dark above her head. ]
Yet, being that keyword. [ He can't help but stress. ] Yet.
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I have lived in a city filled with Shadows and all manner of unearthly creatures. ⟪ Still, can't say she doesn't appreciate the company. The forrest is dark. ⟫ Still, I'll make it worth your while. I believe we may have to cross the river, and I don't think either of us is up for building bridges not made of magic.
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[ Meaning that if other persons attempt this and say they don't fall, Melisandre is allowed and in fact encouraged to laugh in their face.
While Rafe wants to argue that no matter what that old City had been, it'd been at least a known or slightly better known than whatever the hell is out in these woods. But Melisandre is about as easy to dissuade upon deciding something as he is...and. Okay, yeah, he can't lie. More magic practice is a bit of an incentive. ]
Not without a shitload more chopping than I'm feeling like right now, no.
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⟪ And now that makes it sound like she cares, so really, it's truly best if she focuses on the teaching part. And granted, she's at least having a tiny moment of considering the image of Rafe chopping down a tree. It's a good one. ⟫
I'll show you how the larger constructions are made. You may not be fully ready for those, but it's a base principle which can be applied to shields, too.
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[ Moving on. And happy to do so with the promise of another lesson forthcoming. Though at the same time— ]
You sure you won't be too wiped afterwards? If this is a big enough to-do, we don't exactly know if there's anywhere to hole up and recuperate.