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Log Info

• Title: Noble Intentions
• Emitter: Eztli
• Characters: Aelwyn, Eztli, Irshya
• Place: Lower Gardens District
• Time: August 8th, 2022z
• Summary: Aelwyn is relaxing in the garden district, or at least, he was until Eztli showed up. The small makari had been seeking to talk to him, after discovering his lack of writing experience, with an offer to help teach him. Irshya, his boss at the Tarrace shows up, and offers to pay him more if learning to read better and write will help his work. Aelwyn agrees to some training before heading off, leaving Eztli and Irshya to discuss further, before business matters take her attention elsewhere.

Amongst the people wandering amongst the Gardens, enjoying the lately rare light breeze, sat a lonely figure. Ribbon covered spear held against his chest, one leg over the edge of a pedestal, the ruddy-scaled sith-makar was quite content chunking at his meal.

A very crispily cooked set of chicken legs. It crunched and cracked under the force of his sharp teeth. Bones were an afterthought.

Occasionally, Aelwyn raised his eyes and squinted at the wandering people, but mostly he was focused on his meal. Tail coiled around his ankle and the warm pedestal, as he basked in the warmth.

Wandering people were abound in the pleasant atmosphere were not in short supply on such a day, and among them was a familiar white and brown scaled sith-makar.

A sith-makar who catches where Aelwyn was, and quickly jogs over to jump onto a seat on the edge of the statue next to Aelwyn. "Peace on your nest! Having a good day, I hope?" She asks brightly.

Aelwyn was taking a crunchy chomp out of his chicken leg - before Eztli just runs over and hops on besides him. His surprise was evident on his face - at least to another sith-makar . "Peace nest..." He begins and then tilts his head, looking at Eztli more carefully. "She is in a good mood. What has she done with Spellreader?" He rumbles with a grin on his face.

"What, am I not normally in a good mood?" The small makari huffs. "Because I usually am. I don't see how that's cause for concern."

"What is cause for concern, is your education, Aelwyn. Which is why I'm glad I found you now."

Irshya has arrived.

Aelwyn keeps grinning at his smaller scaled companion. "Is she? Usually she is casting brimstone or fire onto our enemies." The draconian teases - but then he bows his head, raising it soon after. "Usually to great, crispy effect.

The autumn-scaled sith-makari was about to take another chunk from his crispy chicken - but then Eztli drops that bombshell. There's a sharp hiss and he holds his hand over his cheek. "Education?" He asks, tilting his head in either confusion (or great panicked agitation). "This one is well-educated already. Learned all the lessons of the city."

"I don't take much joy in burning people, I'll have you know. It is simply all I can do to keep people safe sometimes." Eztli sighs.

"But yes, your education. I am not talking about understanding the city, I'm talking about writing, and potentially reading. I don't know if you know how to read books or signs around here, but I saw your writing before, and, I would like to help."

A wee, blue, Goblin comes into view, wandering the gardens. She takes great delight in each new bed of flowers as she walks along, pausing to sniff at them and admire their colours.

Aelwyn reaches into his mouth and picks up a piece of bone sticking out rom between his teeth awkwardly. He licks off the tip of it before flicking it away. "The letters and signs are clear." The Dragoon responds, then tilts his head after a moment. Annoyedly, he shuffles in place and takes a chunk out of his chicken. "Sometimes they get confusing."

But more than that, he turns towards Eztli. "Why would Spellreader want to help, though? This one is doing fine." Glancing around her shoulder, he looks at the wee blue shape, tearing into the last bone of his chicken with a loud crunch.

"So they are not all clear." Eztli notes, giving the sith-makar an appraising look. "That is what I am talking about."

"You shouldn't litter, they put a lot of work into keeping this place clear. But I would like to help, because I would like to help." The small makari shrugs. "You're my friend, and knowing how to read and write is an important skill. You can't take down orders at the tarrace otherwise, and I know you like your job there."

The Gobbo approaches the two, a broad grin on her face. "Aelwyn! Irshya is happy to see you!" She shuffles up close to the ruddy-scale Sith, and offers him a bright orange flower, complete with a lengthy stem. She then looks to Eztli with a broad grin. "Hello! I am Irshya!"

Aelwyn looks at the bone he threw away, then at Eztli. Opening his mouth, then closing, he stares at her. Then he opens his mouth again - before he closes it. "Hnnh, some of the fancy letters are useless, what can this one do about it?"

His attention is shifted once again when Irshya appears. "Boss-" He begins, and then he is looking at the bright orange flower. Tilting his head, he opens his mouth, and then closes it. "Sharky." He bows his head. Fortunate timing. Crossing his arms across his chest, he leans back. "Boss, this one has been doing good job at TarRaCe, yes?" A moment later. "Especially taking orders."

"You can learn." Eztli huffs. "That's what you could do about it, and what I highly recommend doing."

The small makari turns and waves to the gobber. "Peace on your nest Irshya, nice to meet you. You are Aelwyn's boss? He does do good work at the Tarrace."

As Aelwyn bows his head, the Gobbo stands on tiptoe and places the flower behind one of his horns, giggling brightly.

Her expression takes on a curious look, and she cants her head slightly to one side. "Why do you ask?", she wonders of the ruddy-scale Sith. "Irshya has no complaints with your service so far."

Her eyes shift to take in Eztli. "Yes, Irshya runs the Tarrace." Irshya grins broadly at Eztli's praise of Aelwyn, and she looks back, "See, a happy customer says you do good work!"

Aelwyn tilts his head as a flower is pushed there. It was yellow - so he'll allow it. Barely. "Gratitude, Sharkie." The Dragoon rumbles, then turns towards Eztli. "Good look?" He asks, tilting his head with a toothier grin.

Rolling his shoulders, "Hmmh, suspect saying this one is doing good job will not dissuade the Spellreader." The Dragoon rumbles at last, then turns towards Irshya. "For reading and writing well on the job, will more coins to be paid?"

"Yes, it looks good on you." Eztli smiles. "Not a surprise though and I may be biased, since I like floral accessories like that."

"Yes, he did a good job serving me at the Tarrace, as well as tending to the baths." She agrees. "But it is not just about being paid better Aelwyn. Reading is fun, and writing is a useful skill to have. You're missing out on all sorts of experiences if you can't enjoy a good book! Or at least, that's how I feel about it."

The Goblin's eyebrows rise up slightly, and she glances to Eztli a moment. "So this is about reading and writing?", she wonders, before glancing back to Aelwyn.

"If reading and writing allows you to offer more, then yes, Irshya will raise your pay."

Aelwyn grins with a tilt of his head. "Then perhaps this one should wear more flowers to make her smile more often." The Dragoon's tail whips about, before he continues on with a rumble. "What could a pile of parchment and wood offer what -" He gestures towards the Gardens and the City, "Could not?" He wonders out loud.

Then Irshya mentions that he could potentially get more coin by reading and writing. "... Spellreader should show me."

"Yes, well, that's probably why he's asking." Eztli nods. "I was hoping to help him learn how to read and write, since I think it's a good skill to have."

"Well, I would appreciate that, Aelwyn. Slixvah and Patch probably would too." She nods to the makari, before grinning again. "You'll let me show you? That's wonderful! But I think there's a lot you can learn from writings. You talk of this city, but books can teach you about any city in the world, and wisdom passed down from people no longer around, or concepts that are hard to get across in word. And the stories and adventures in some are a lot of fun!"

Irshya grins once more. "Irshya will find some for each night that you work.", she says, of the flower.

Her expression grows thoughtful. "Reading and writing would expand your boundaries, but do not feel forced into doing so. Take small steps and you will learn the joys of it. It can be incredibly frustrating at times, and forcing yourself to do it can be counter productive."

Aelwyn rumbles at Irshya with his teeth displaying. "Not known forcing anything." Tilt of his head, "Unless asked to." His glaive is twirled around his fingers; but he soon slides his leg off the pedestal and stands. He picks up the yellow flower from behind his horns and offers it Eztli. "If it is so wonderful, perhaps this one should be paying her."

Straightening, he turns towards Irshya. "Hmmh, is she now planning to decorate me with flowers as well? Is the towel not enough?" He rumbles, and then gives a tilt of his head. "This one needs to find a drink. Until soon," The Dragoon says, and with a bow of his head begins to head off into the Gardens, tail swaying behind him with his typical rolling gait.

"What, do you not want to be seen wearing it? I just finished saying how it looks nice on you." Eztli chuckles as she takes the flower to tuck over one of her own horns. "Thank you, but no. I'm just happy to help a friend, and share what I can. Irshya is right though, a lot of this is my own excitement. I don't need to force learning on you if you don't wish it."

"Peace on your nest, Aelwyn, I'll see you around. Try the cheerful corvid near the arcanist's society if you're looking for a drink. The coffee there is excellent."

"Not to take away from the Tarrace. Different drinks, different purpose." she adds to the gobber.

"Be well, Aelwyn.", the Gobbo offers with a cheeky grin.

To Eztli, she offers a little shrug. "The Tarrace offers kafe as well, so, it is fine. There are plenty of bars, ale houses, pubs, taverns, coffee houses and tea houses in the city, Irshya could not nope to compete with them all."

"Well, it's bad form to talk about other places in front of the owner of a tavern, especially one as nice as the tarrace." Eztli chuckles. "I wouldn't want you to think I don't like the place, as I really do."

"I'm not being too forceful with Aelwyn, am I? I'm just a bit sad, if he never got the chance to learn things like that. Sith-makar live a long time, and I want him to be able to live a good life, here." The small makari asks Irshya with a sigh.

"Irshya is sure that it would be good for him to learn to read and write. However, he is a wild soul and you must take care in taming him too much.", the Gobbo offers by way of reply. "There is much to be gained, but you cannot tell Irshya that he would be unhappy not learning these skills. One could live five hundred years perfectly happy with oral stories, and never reading a book. Pursue this gently."

"I'm not trying to tame him or anything, gods no. I just want to help them get a bit more insight on the world." eztli huffs. "That remains to be seen. Maybe he will be happier learning them, maybe he won't be. Sometimes people just need a push, especially if they never got a chance to learn something in the first place.

"A push is fine.", Irshya says firmly. "Irshya will offer her help. She is simply suggesting small steps, that's all. She has a fondness for him, yes? Aelwyn is a lovable man, and Irshya adores him."

"Yes, just a small step, I can't teach someone to read when they don't know how to write." Eztli nods. "I'll take things slow."

"Sounds like a lot of people like him though, huh? I'm glad you like him, since he really likes working at the tarrace. He's a good friend to have, amusing, but dependable."

Nodding, Irshya giggles. "He's fun and amusing. Irshya is at times, both amused and exasperated by his antics, but she cannot find reason to dislike him." The Gobbo offers a curtsey, and a smile. "Irshya must be running off. She has business to attend to. It was a pleasure to meet you."

"Ah! Well, I hope he doesn't cause you too much trouble." Eztli grins. "Peace on your nest lady Irshya, it was a pleasure to meet you as well. I hope your business will continue to do well." She offers, hopping off the now empty statue base to curtsy back with her robes, before she goes to find the discarded chicken bone, and a place to dispose of it properly.