Laigle de Meaux (
tire_moi_mes_bottes) wrote in
milliways_bar2015-01-12 10:56 am
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Somebody behind the scenes was pointing out that Lesgle could just do his darn job! It's been a while! and that somebody was quite correct.
Lesgle's strong work ethic has of course been keeping him on a routine schedule of busing tables and cleaning the kitchen, and here he is right now, bustling about in a way that is so far un-disastrous. Do interrupt him!
Lesgle's strong work ethic has of course been keeping him on a routine schedule of busing tables and cleaning the kitchen, and here he is right now, bustling about in a way that is so far un-disastrous. Do interrupt him!

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"Very much", he says honestly. "And I miss it, at home. The Northmen have no such art."
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He really doesn't know very much about book-craft of a thousand years ago.
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"They certainly don't make the inks - the only writing they have is their runes, which are usually carved or scratched into something, from bark to stone. And animal skins are used for clothing, more than anything."
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"Why, thank you. It took a month to grow. And then our young Gyda decided it wasn't quite right."
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But good: that sounds good. Whatever else is happening in the monk's life, he's able to work on his art and make small cheerful jokes. "But it's inarguably a look."
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His life could really be much, much worse. He's even - complicatedly - content.
"All the Northmen braid their hair and beards. And if I'm now to be part of the family..."
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So he finds a smile. "You'll be braiding it yourself in no time."
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It might be different if he'd ever really been free. But serf child to monk to thrall, he never has been free to make all his own decisions... yet.
"When it's long enough, most likely. It's a sad little braid for now."