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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sits by the fireplace, listening to his iPod, and brooding.

He's got iced coffee, and he's fiddling with some mithril wire.-

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[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

"Asar-Suti! Hallo." Gaspode is heading towards his table with the basket full of herbs in his arms. He takes a chair and sits down. "I had hoped to meet you out in your garden. Gil has made me Herb Procurer for the kitchens and I really didn't want to invade your territory without your permission, but you have not been there. Sorry." All these words rushing out of him, he doesn't have time to think of his new appearance...

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Good morning - and who are you?" Asar-Suti asks.

"I've been here, and in the library. I'm a busy god. Gil hired you?"

[[OOC: OK, this thread!]]

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm Gaspode. Remember? Little talking dog?" He grins broadly.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"You are definitely talking, but you're neither little not a dog," Asar-Suti says, eyeing Gaspode.

"But yes, I do recognise your voice. So you did find somebody to chage you into human-shape?"

Gaspode definitely smelled better. And looked better.

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Serena changed me. Only temporarily, though. I was not sure I'd like it. It is nice to see colours and drink coffee, but I miss my nose sometimes. What are these for example? I think I never ate them." Cautiously, he pulls a bunch of nettles out of the basket and holds them up. He gets stung nonetheless, of course.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti laughs.

"Those are nettles - they sting! You can make tea from them, but never touch them when not wearing gloves. Here, let me have a look at the basket, can I?"

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

"Of course." He pushes the basket towards Asar-Suti, smiling. He's glad to learn something, after all. Under the table, he's rubbing his itching hands.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti goes through the basket.

"This is peppermint - you want more of that, the kitchen uses lots of it for tea and drinks," he says. "You want to avoid that - foxglove, poisonous. It's just a flower, unless you make special medicies, but we don't. Parsley and basil - you need more of that, again. This is Herb Peter, a plant from Gil's world - it goes into the herbal tea we offer. But not quite as much."

He digs a bit further, and then cries 'Ouch!!'

"Oh, those are brambles. Please leave them alone; they will produce blackberries later."

[muddy-mutt.livejournal.com]

"I thought I had smelled tea from those leaves yesterday. Brambles, you said? Well, as I mentioned, my nose is not the same anymore, sorry. And the foxglove is poisonous? It smelled so good. And what's this?" He holds oup something coniferous and woods he has colected only a little of since it smells heavily.

[son-of-all.livejournal.com]

Atreyu looks slightly in danger of brooding as well, hands clasped behind him as he enters the bar from the direction of the lake. The flash of familiar purple is more than welcome, however, and he heads toward the fireplace as well.

"Hello," he says to Asar-Suti, with a little smile. His hair is smoother than usual, most of it braided back.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti smiles at him, still looking a bit bothered.

"How are you, and how's the luckdragon?" Asar-Suti asks. "I spoke to him a few days ago for quite a while."

He looks at Atreyu, taking in the braid and the way he is standing.

"Is anything the matter?"

[son-of-all.livejournal.com]

"We are well, thank you," Atreyu replies, remembering to make his smile a bit more genuine. "No, nothing is wrong." He takes in Asar-Suti's own features, however, and sits after a moment, sighing.

"Your situation hasn't changed, then?" he ventures after a moment or two.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sighs as well, and half-grins at Atreyu.

"I'm still worried about Gil; he's - strange. I don't really know..."

He looks at the young Greenskin, almost darkly.

"And something is the matter with you as well. Do tell me, or shall I have to worry about you as well?"

He realises that it's an unfair argumentative angle he is using, but since was a Dark God ever fair?

[son-of-all.livejournal.com]

"No, just...the same, for myself." He chews at the edge of one fingernail, then frowns at the nervous habit and stops. "Things are not as they were, that is all."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti sighs.

"Anythingthe matter with Cynric? I haven't seen him for quite a while," he says, guessing what else might be wrong.

[son-of-all.livejournal.com]

"I have not seen so much of him, either," Atreyu murmurs, keeping his tone mild, but confirming Asar-Suti's suspicions nevertheless.

Perhaps the fault is his own, for spending so much time with Falkor, but the luckdragon eases the quiet pain of separation from Cynric. The cycle is a strange one. And that cannot be the reason in any case, because Cynric is always with Lorrin.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"I'll try and find him, and talk to him," Asar-Suti says. "Not on your account; I'm worried as well. He is my child, in a way, the child of many, many generations of my most powerful and brilliant and beloved Ihlini. I won't let him suffer alone; I feel responsible for him."

He sighs deeply. "His forced marriage has done damage to his soul, I fear."

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie gives a small 'good morning' wave from the piano.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti waves back, takes off his iPod, and wanders over.

Real life music is always better.

[bloodyrockgod]

"Requests, Asar-Suti? Prevents me from the All Gloom and Doom repitoire I'm leaning towards today."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Why - what happened?" Asar-Suti asks, worried. "Is everybody unhappy or odd today?"

He grins. "Playing 'Yesterday' is out, then, is it?" he asks. "How about 'What a wonderful world' or 'It's a kind of magic' instead?"

[bloodyrockgod]

"It's not out--it's just probably not a good idea."

He starts playing 'Yesterday' but shakes his head at himself. "Just did something stupid--no, not stupid. Just something I shouldn't have. And having thoughts I don't want to have as a result."

He changes songs. His voice is almost as raspy as Louis Armstrong's.

I see trees of green........ red roses too
I watch 'em bloom..... for me and for you
And I think to myself.... what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....warm sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.

The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin'.. how do you do
They're really sayin'......I love you.

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
They'll learn much more.....than I'll never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world

The colors of a rainbow.....so pretty ..in the sky
Are there on the faces.....of people ..going by
I see friends shaking hands.....sayin'.. how do you do
They're really sayin'...I ....LOVE....YOU

I hear babies cry...... I watch them grow
You know their gonna learn
a whole lot more than I'll never know
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself .......what a wonderful world.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Asar-Suti says, a while after Charlie has finished.

"That was wonderful. It does me good. What was that stupid thing, or would you rather not say?"

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie sighs, absently playing chords and arpeggios on the piano, and says, "Slept with David again. And I . . . I've come to a conclusion. I can't be with Bartleby anymore. I shouldn't and I don't want to be."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry to hear that," Asar-Suti says, but he doesn't try to argue. Charlie sounds decided and final, not doubting and unhappy, like the other times.

"Did Loki the god try to kill you yet?" he adds, conversationally.