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Who: Byerly (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
vorrutyer) & Nash (latkje)
What: Magic!
When: After the conclusion of the disease plot.
Where: On the road from Wyver to Olympia.
Warning(s): 504 Gateway Time-out
[ The road from Wyver to Olympia is well-travelled and well-packed, the long stretches of monotony preventing Nash from enjoying the landscape. Travel was supposed to bring variety, he thought, new sights, new sounds— not the same thing, over and over. It was hard to tell how far they'd come, at least in the physical sense. ]
At least we're done with that awful humidity. [ He runs a hand through his hair— short and wavy, it had gotten unruly in the heat. ] I have a northern constitution, if you didn't know. [ And a northern fashion sense, as Harmonian clothes tended toward the dour and conservative. Nash was also in the habit of wearing gloves. He's wearing them now, in fact. ] There are some things I just wasn't made for.
[ That hangs in the air a moment, then he turns to actually look at Byerly. ]
But you wanted to talk about magic.
vorrutyer) & Nash (latkje) What: Magic!
When: After the conclusion of the disease plot.
Where: On the road from Wyver to Olympia.
Warning(s): 504 Gateway Time-out
[ The road from Wyver to Olympia is well-travelled and well-packed, the long stretches of monotony preventing Nash from enjoying the landscape. Travel was supposed to bring variety, he thought, new sights, new sounds— not the same thing, over and over. It was hard to tell how far they'd come, at least in the physical sense. ]
At least we're done with that awful humidity. [ He runs a hand through his hair— short and wavy, it had gotten unruly in the heat. ] I have a northern constitution, if you didn't know. [ And a northern fashion sense, as Harmonian clothes tended toward the dour and conservative. Nash was also in the habit of wearing gloves. He's wearing them now, in fact. ] There are some things I just wasn't made for.
[ That hangs in the air a moment, then he turns to actually look at Byerly. ]
But you wanted to talk about magic.
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Anyway, the reason I'm not the acting High Priest is because the High Priest speaks directly to God. This is something I do believe. [ Not just a ludicrous story of being a chosen hero. ] Do you understand it?
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[ He gives a little wave of his fingers. ]
Grand-tante Vorrutyer did that. I think what devastated the family wasn't that she was mad, but that she turned out to be a theist. Truly the horrifying part of it.
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[ But he does lift his brows and answer semi-seriously. ]
I understand knowing that you're unfit to take on that mantle. Talking to God - who knows? But yes, I understand why you don't want to be that.
[ With a sigh - ]
But at times - one must.
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[ A pause, in which he does not explain. ]
This is what I mean.
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Sorry - proper equipment?
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Sorry. Can we dwell for a moment on what you mean by I haven't seen you when you're crazy?
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[ He's not going to elaborate on that one. At least, not yet. There's something he has to check, first. ]
What was it that you said? "All Vorrutyers are mad?"
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Famously so. He went mad as a Vorrutyer, they say. When someone has a mental break. But the way you talk implies that you have spent some time being mad as a Vorrutyer yourself.
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I did get married.
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Madness in the utmost, it's true.
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[ He points at his crotch. ]
Utter emasculation, is it?
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[ Cue the soulful gaze into the distance. ]
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[ He slaps him on the shoulder, a buck-up sort of gesture. ]
You may be missing a prick, but I'm enough of one for the both of us. We'll make it work.
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You really are— [ He's not finished laughing, it gets caught in his words. ] damnably persistent.
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Charmingly persistent, you mean to say. Charmingly. You simply can't resist me.