video; un: dovahkiin

[fusrodaaaah]

[What has turned Melius' omni on ... is not human. Or even a big lizard. It's a bat-like wing, attached to a cat-sized dragon. His omen, actually. Her eyeball takes up a big potion of the screen until she decides it's turned on for real. Then she scrambles backward, walking like a bat on legs and wing.]

Haas! [She squawks.] Haasaan hofkah!

[Does she care no one can understand her? Nope. Not a bit. She scrambles backward further, until Melius can be seen.]

[At a counter. In what looks like a shop of some kind. He's working very carefully with a mortar and pestle, temporarily ignoring his Omen's chatter. Until, at least, she turns to him and yells:]

DOVAHKIIN!

[Then, the Argonian jumps like a scared cat, floundering where he stands until his brain reboots itself. He looks to the dragon. Then to the Omni. And for a split second, debates the merits of diving behind the counter, out of sight. Instead... he just meekly waves a hand.]

Um. Hi. Uh. This... this is... Potion Hut? I... I make potions. Um.

Bye!

[Then he does duck away. Leaving his omen to cut the video feed. How's that for a business advertisement? It's not great, but hey, the Potion Hut really is open for business!]

Comments

[fusrodaaaah]

Um.



I... don't know? I don't - my tongue doesn't. Do the thing.

[mactirebeag]

You mean the stickin' out thing when frogs eat bugs?

[Mebh briefly imitates a frog doing just that.]

Well, you'd probably have to eat more than just bugs, if you're that big.

[fusrodaaaah]

... yeah um. I like. Soup better. Than bugs.

[mactirebeag]

Soup is alright, I guess. But when it comes to town tasties, bread is the best.

[Mebh has a pretty dim view of civilized life, but the one thing she likes about towns is the food they make there.]

[fusrodaaaah]

Oh - Oh bread is - it's good too. I like bread.

[... is this a normal conversation? Is he being social?]

[mactirebeag]

[Hey, talking about favourite foods is as good an icebreaker as any.]

Yeah! 'Specially when it's fresh. Back home, Mammy doesn't have the stuff you need to make it, so I get some whenever I can.

[And by that, she means she steals it. Which she sees no problem with, even here.]

[fusrodaaaah]

Bread is... it's hard to make sometimes. I can't either. N-not without an oven.

[When he's mostly on the trails in the woods? Nope, can't make bread.]

[mactirebeag]

Yeah, I guess so. There's other stuff to eat, though. Birdies are good. I have to climb up pretty high to catch 'em, but they can't get away for long.

[fusrodaaaah]

Birds?

Like... like chickens? I-In trees?

[mactirebeag]

Nah, chickens are townie birds. You can't get any without townies fussin' about it.

[She's not afraid to steal food, but chickens can be loud and attract too much attention.]

Partridges and pheasants are pretty good. Pigeons, too, if you can get 'em.

[fusrodaaaah]

O-oh, pheasants. We have those.

I can't - I'm not good at. Catching them.

[mactirebeag]

You just have to climb up high enough to catch 'em. [Easy for her to say, since she's small enough to scale a tree fairly quickly.]

Or you could shoot it. But we didn't have anythin' to shoot with back home.

[fusrodaaaah]

I... don't have anything to shoot with.

I'm - I'm not good with a bow.

[mactirebeag]

Then you could use a gun. I don't like those much, though.

[fusrodaaaah]

...



A what?

[mactirebeag]

A gun? You know, they're these long metal things used to shoot stuff, and they're noisy. Dunno why anybody would want 'em.

[Don't ask her how it can shoot things or how bullets work, though. She has no idea.]

[fusrodaaaah]

[Somewhere on the wind, the sound of a dial-up modem.]

...

No?

[mactirebeag]

Well, it's good that you don't.

[They're not worth talking about anyway, as far as Mebh's concerned.]

You're better off just climbin' if you want to get birds.

[fusrodaaaah]

I... I'll just. Stick to eggs.

Or chickens.