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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric comes down to the bar looking quite pale and tired this evening.

He stops at the bar to leave a package and note for Sherlock and turns to go back upstairs.

A rat however catches up to him and encourages him back to the bar, sitting him down with a bowl of soup and a pot of tea. Bar's orders.

He thanks her and starts on the soup.

Very much botherable. He could use the company.

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[heatherandsteel]

Quentin hasn't seen Sinric in a while, "You okay?"

[thewidewideworld]

It takes Sinric a moment to realise the question was addressed to him. But when he does, he looks up and smile. "Quentin, hello. It has been some time, my friend." Some years judging by how Sinric has aged, now in his early thirties perhaps. "I'm quite well, thank you. Just a very long night with little sleep."

[heatherandsteel]

That sort of change is odd to see, Fae don't age the normal way, "Those are never good."

[thewidewideworld]

"It was for good cause." He gestures to the pot, offering Quentin some tea. "Making a gift for a friend. The magics involved were complex."

[heatherandsteel]

"Did it all work out? Magic's always tiring even when you know how to do it. I didn't know you did magic," Its not that odd a connection but still new information.

[thewidewideworld]

"It did indeed. And I hope it will be of use to him."

He nods. "Small things, nothing powerful. Little tricks a traveller might use. To see clearer in darkness, to make water clean to drink, that sort of thing."

[heatherandsteel]

"They're useful. How do you do them?"

[like_quicksilver]

Nice as her room at home was, Gyda was still getting used to sleeping in a place that quiet compared to Kattegat and milliways. The Door appeared in her closet and she came in through to get in some studying-or so that was the idea.

"Sinric." She walked over to his table, her biology text under her arm. "What happened?"

She had a present for him as well, but at the moment his state of health was cause for concern.

[thewidewideworld]

He smiles tiredly to greet her. "Hello Gyda. Nothing has happened." He promises, "I simply had a long night with little sleep. I was making a gift for a friend and it took more of my energies than I expected."

[like_quicksilver]

That would explain the soup and tea. Much as he did look in need for sleep, food was probably first on the agenda. "I've a present for you. I'm being fostered by a man called Ganymede, who lives in Tiberias in a land called Israel."

She recalled at some point that Sinric was a sort of wanderer, so she knew he'd appreciate a chance to talk of new lands. "We spent a day in Jerusalem. I bought gifts for everyone-except for Athelstan, his is the dream catcher I made for the crafts show at the fair."

And she'd wanted to give it to him ever since.

[thewidewideworld]

"I know Ganymede. He has been a good friend to me. How are you enjoying life with him?"

He smiles warmly. "You are most kind, Gyda. Did you like Jerusalem? I saw it when I was quite young. A beautiful city, I recall."

"That is very kind of you. What is a dream-catcher, may I ask?"

[like_quicksilver]

"It's been an adjustment, but an exciting one." With the chance for a school and seeing new lands-none of which would've been possible back home. "The city's wonderful; there's a roughness and sense of life that I've missed."

While not entirely like Kattegat, she'd forgotten how much she'd missed watching crowds and people interact.

"A dream catcher is a wooden circle frame with thread woven inside to make a sort of web, and dangling from the frame is yarn or leather with beads and feathers hanging from it. In tribes from North America, it's believed that if you hang the dream catcher above your bed, the bad dreams are attracted to the feathers, but then get caught in the web and burned up in the morning."

They could just be stories of course, but anything to help Athelstan not get nightmares after all.

"I'll get your present. It's rather small, but I wanted something you could bring with you on your travels." With that, she pulled herself from the table and left through her door, returning a moment later carrying a small wooden pendant on a leather necklace. "It's carved from olive wood and is the hebrew word for life."

She beamed, proud that her studies were allowing her to recognize hebrew writing.

[thewidewideworld]

"You find Israel too quiet for your liking?"

He smiles at her description. "That is a wonderful gift, and I know he will treasure. Very thoughtful of you. I hope to learn more about the peoples of the Americas. A dear friend and I plan to research what we can of their world before the coming of Christianity."

He gift makes him smile so brightly, accepting it with joy. "Chai." He nods, "one if the few word of Hebrew I still remember. It's been a long time since I spoke the language. Thank you, Gyda. It's beautiful. You honour me."

[cook_the_rude]

"You look as if you could use some coffee," Hannibal says, "or a place to catch up with sleep. Or perhaps both."

He's coming from the kitchen smelling of baking.

[thewidewideworld]

"Sleep I think would be best." He smiles at Hannibal in greeting. "But Mistress Bar won't let me to bed without a meal in me."

"What wonders are you creating this evening?

[cook_the_rude]

"Just a classic covered pie," Hannibal says. "Too many people seem to think they're not up to modern standards."

[thewidewideworld]

He frowns. "Future people don't like such foods? But it smells delicious."

[cook_the_rude]

"It's too hidden and sauce-laden for many modern palates," Hannibal says. "They want everything light, crisp, and minimal."

Not quite Hannibal's opinion, his tone of voice says.

[thewidewideworld]

"Sounds foolish to me." He stifles a yawn. "Sauce is the best part of a pie." He's thinking more the salt-pastry coffin sort of pie he knows.

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock comes to the bar in fresh clothes (Thank you, Bar) and an air of impatience.

(He needs to talk to Jim. He doesn't want to talk to Jim. Ugh.)

So the package and note get a small smile. Sinric's rather amazing, really.

He writes a note in return,

My friend,

You are generous beyond what I deserve. I hope to see you soon, and we can share tales of our travels.

--SH

[thewidewideworld]

A second note appears, written in dome haste by the look of it.

Jim is here. Be cautious, my friend. I'm told he appears quite mad. Sinric.

[mightbeagoodone]

Sherlock has to chuckle wryly at that, and looks around for Sinric. He should explain...

Not seeing him, instead he writes, Yes, I imagine he would. This is not uncommon for him. He's been putting on an act in the bar for quite some time, and is no longer acting. This may be unsettling for a while.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric has fallen asleep on one of the couches, delicate ankle dangling from his nest.

A rat points him out when Sherlock gives the note to the bar.

[mightbeagoodone]

Well, that answers that question. Sherlock goes to the couch and lightly touches Sinric's bare foot to wake him.

[thewidewideworld]

Not one to stare awake, he yawns and hums a questioning tone, coming back to himself slowly.

He smiles sleepily at Sherlock.