( The familiarity of the accent catches her. It feels like a regional variation, the sort of thing that immediately breeds solidarity when thrust into a situation where that aspect of yourself has an element of "the other."
It's arguably grasping at straws. There are plenty of accents here that are reminiscent of home, and yet she's not jumping up to think people are from Rondon. The brief hope of someone from Bohemia or the Eastern Union was efficiently brushed away.
But 'Astrid' is a name from home, has a voice from home, and even speaks of mountains. The relief is like pulling yourself into a lifeboat from roiling seas.
She's been sounding progressively more serious and reserved across her responses. Her tone warms, now. )
It's nice to meet you, Astrid. And mountains present a whole different set of obstacles.
( Ramps that could send you flying out into the air if not designed and traversed with particular care? Not ideal. )
It is hard to know what is the best course of action. How much help do people want, how much help do they need, who are the people who want less help than they need, how do you figure out the right thing to do without focusing on it so much you miss the rest of who they are? And that's before you even get to the logistics. I mean, the things that might work in the Gallows are going to be more easily implemented than trying to make more changes to Kirkwall. ( Kirk-wall? hitched on her uncertainty )
I joked about the mountains, but if yours here are anything like home, you would need to ensure the mechanisms don't get locked up in ice and it can cross snow, at the bare minimum. But maybe it needs to be able to cross uneven terrain, or be light enough that climbing with it strapped to you is sustainable, depending on what they need to be able to do.
( It's both immense enthusiasm for the subject and an element of "now I am aware of this, yikes." )
Maybe it'd be easier to breed very big, strong goats that can be housetrained.
don't mind my narrative tldr in response to Astrid casually existing
It's arguably grasping at straws. There are plenty of accents here that are reminiscent of home, and yet she's not jumping up to think people are from Rondon. The brief hope of someone from Bohemia or the Eastern Union was efficiently brushed away.
But 'Astrid' is a name from home, has a voice from home, and even speaks of mountains. The relief is like pulling yourself into a lifeboat from roiling seas.
She's been sounding progressively more serious and reserved across her responses. Her tone warms, now. )
It's nice to meet you, Astrid. And mountains present a whole different set of obstacles.
( Ramps that could send you flying out into the air if not designed and traversed with particular care? Not ideal. )
It is hard to know what is the best course of action. How much help do people want, how much help do they need, who are the people who want less help than they need, how do you figure out the right thing to do without focusing on it so much you miss the rest of who they are? And that's before you even get to the logistics. I mean, the things that might work in the Gallows are going to be more easily implemented than trying to make more changes to Kirkwall. ( Kirk-wall? hitched on her uncertainty )
I joked about the mountains, but if yours here are anything like home, you would need to ensure the mechanisms don't get locked up in ice and it can cross snow, at the bare minimum. But maybe it needs to be able to cross uneven terrain, or be light enough that climbing with it strapped to you is sustainable, depending on what they need to be able to do.
( It's both immense enthusiasm for the subject and an element of "now I am aware of this, yikes." )
Maybe it'd be easier to breed very big, strong goats that can be housetrained.