Liar Liar [Moritz]

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Liar Liar [Moritz]

Postby Alric Lysane on May 20th, 2022, 6:59 pm

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It was they had their next round of questioning and trying to formulate answers that it became apparent how limited Moritz’s ability for communication was. It felt almost treacherous, that he would be cursed this way, so used to being able to talk at length. Indeed, despite the Kelvic’s eccentricities, Alric found himself missing that as they sat opposite each other. This wasn’t right, the fact that they could not talk and disagree about philosophy, magic or whatever else took their fancy. It was a stain upon both of them, in a way – upon Moritz for bearing the curse, and upon Alric for now having lost a friend – another one – in a manner which made it impossible to have the bond that they had had before.

He sat, silently, watching and listening but finding no joy in the act, not this time. At least Moritz took some of the food he had offered, that was something of a gift at least, though he noted that the Kelvic’s appetite was perhaps lesser than it had been before, simply nibbling and nothing more. Picking at food and long, morose glances…yes, he was suffering and likely would suffer further. That angered Alric more than he thought that it would. It wasn’t just the fact that it was a violation of Moritz’s freedom either, it was the fact that he knew the lad, that he considered him a friend, even if a strange one. The fact that he had been forced into this position was an irksome thing, one which he would shatter and destroy if he could.

“It’s okay Moritz, this is very…restrictive I know. But at least we discovered something and, perhaps, a way to communicate it. Just need to get a bit of chalk or something, but for now,” he leaned forwards and let his Res flow, it was slow and rough but it came, and formed a rough rectangle with a slightly smoother face, black and with the intention of writing upon it, “a sign, for writing your curse on with chalk, so that others will know. Not much, but perhaps it might help” he said, after a few long chimes, wiping a few dots of sweat from his brow.

“You might as well go back to lying again, the stories were interesting and at least you were talking. I always did like you talking, it was more you anyway”

After that he spent some time eating the food, doing more than picking at it in an attempt at trying to get Moritz into the spirit of eating, this was supposed to be a celebratory meeting after all. As he ate and they entertained slightly more entertaining words than usual, he wondered whether Moritz would be able to get through the season this way. How could he connect with people, form bond and…should the desire arise…meet a partner and have some fun? Though, upon reflection, he supposed the ability to convincingly tell tall tales might actually help with the loosening of clothing in that regard. After a time there was little food and drink left, leaving him to pack away his pipe and set out upon fulfilling the promise that he had made – the procuring of some form of present to mark the day of Moritz’s birth, slightly late though it might be.

“Come on then Moritz, let’s walk and get you that gift. You can choose anything, and tell whatever tales you like along the way about volcanic islands…and whatever items interest you”


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Liar Liar [Moritz]

Postby Moritz Craven on May 21st, 2022, 7:27 pm

Moritz was bored. Not an overly visibly emotional fellow, it was often hard for people to understand his expressions and so often mistook one thing for another. While he might have his current neutral expression which some might misunderstand as something else, he was not really upset overly. No more so he was a bit bored by the conversation which was not really all that challenging seeing as he had to answer in one word positive or negative lines.

He was also not particularly hungry at the moment, though more or less always he was in the mood to graze a bit, and so he only felt like eating a bit rather than gorging himself in reaction to hunger.

His mind wandering a bit, he wondered what he should have for dinner. Should he got by the bar and help make something others could eat as well? He was trying to expand his repertoire, but he was still somewhat limited. Maybe some kind of hot vegetable medley, between the odd fruits and vegetables there were on offer he could likely find something others would want to eat without any meat at its core. That was his goal, to be able to cook well enough without meat that others still liked it and wanted to eat it. He was slowly getting better and was at the point of making entire dishes others had shown him, but not quite to the point of freely trying out new things and inventing dishes on his own.

Oh wait, Alric was looking at him, a serious expression on his face. Had he said something to Moritz he had missed? His mind might have wandered off a bit and missed something... Or was he just being silent and brooding as some adults he had met seemed to do. Perhaps that was it?

Trying for a smile Moritz made a face to attempt to lighten the mood, but not being good at fake smiles he quickly gave up on the expression. Maybe something else....

When the man suddenly seemed to do something however, something clearly magic, his eyes opened wide and his attention was closely riveted to the action. While he was not sure of the use of such things, the idea Alric had magic so clearly indicated a large change. Let alone him openly practicing it in a semi-public place... How much had happened since last season?

He did not really have much interest in learning to make rocks, but perhaps the man knew some other things about magic? That could be of interest.

Looking over the man he seemed a bit winded from his work, dabbing at sweat. Perhaps making small rocks was harder than he thought? He still was not really sure much on the point, thinking he would rather throw a real rock of just hit something than magic up a rock to magic with. Besides, he could already throw a rock, that was what arms were for.

A small laugh fell across his face along with a smirk at the mans next comment, preferring his lying over silence. Well that was not saying much, but he was unsure too many in Syka really missed his old way of speaking. Did that say something more about him, or them?

Once the food was mostly gone and liquids properly watered what needed wetting, Alric seemed ready to head off on another part of their visit. Rising from the table Moritz followed after Alric.

It seemed they were heading off to the market so Moritz moved off at a trot, taking the magicked rock with him, realizing now that they were both standing how much smaller than man appeared. When had he gotten taller than the man? Or at least, so visibly taller. He knew he had grown since last season, but this seemed a bit more noticeable as they both stood near each other.

"I would not mind hearing more about your rock magic, it seems really useful. "

Frowning Moritz tried to work out how to explain what he meant, but beyond indicating he had no interest in learning to magic rocks he had not really made anything clear, namely what other magic the man knew.

"And actually the volcanic island was only recently volcanic, it used to be just a normal island. But then this big bird came by, and started pecking at the ground a lot. And eventually that volcano stuff came up. It cooked the bird, but also made a volcano. Opened right up. You had better watch out if you see one of those volcano birds near by where you live, they might be trying to open up one near where you go. And nothing ruins a day like a random volcano appearing on your local island. They are green, with a large bone spur on top of their head, and they only fly backwards. They also turn yellow under moonlight."

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