[Open Moons Mingle Log]

[serpentis]

Who: Anyone and Everyone!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Abeo, Accendo, Adsum
When: 2/3-2/7

[WELCOME TO THE MOONS ENJOY YOUR STAY DON'T GET ARRESTED.]

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[treasureling]

[ It's later that he finds himself in a tavern, catching a meal. He's done enough to earn a little money, enough to start tomorrow stronger; he has a sheet of copper in front of him, and he's cold-working it, drawing tools along it, creating dents, lines and curves, slowly resolving themselves into images. He pauses every few moments to take a bite of the meal he's purchased. ]

[blindoptimism]

[Nunnally enters the tavern, and looks around. She's curious how it went after they parted ways, and was hoping to see him somewhere about.. Ah! And pleasantly surprised to see him working. She drives her chair closer and looks at his work for a moment before she comes close enough to speak]

Hello again. [but, she doesn't want to knock him out of his groove...] Am I interrupting?

[treasureling]

[ A glance up to her. It takes him a moment to focus, and recognize her, so caught up he was in his work, but once he does it's a smile that breaks over his face. ] No - I should rest. [ He might strain his hands at this rate. He puts down the slim tool he's been using for details, and opens and closes his fingers, working his tired hands.

He turns the copper over, to view it from the front, and not the back where he's been pressing the metal.

It's oddly beautiful, but not in the way one might expect; it's not a beautiful tree, it's not a beautiful moon. There's something a little sharp and jagged about the way the tree grows, and something about the moon that slices through what would otherwise have been a unified image. It's beautiful as a whole, though unfinished. ]

[blindoptimism]

[without meaning too, she says 'ah' slightly, obviously impressed]

It's beautiful. [she glances back at him to say that, then looks back at his piece] Do you specialize in metal artwork?

[treasureling]

Metalworking. I was a blacksmith, but I learned to cold-work too.

[blindoptimism]

[ah, so not really his specialty, but still...]

It's lovely... [she smiles fondly as she looks at it] Is it supposed to be any particular place?

[treasureling]

There are a lot of forests, on the island I come from. But I don't know that the trees grow... jagged.

[ He's actually a little disappointed in the sketch. It's more what he was feeling than what he intended. ]

[blindoptimism]

[hmmm, she observes it, thinking specifically about the jagged-ness]

But I like that change, it makes the moon seem even more serene by comparison.

[she laughs sheepishly] But, I cannot pretend to be any critic of art.

[treasureling]

Nor can I.

I spent most of my time on swords.

[ He admits it a little shyly, like it's something a bit unusual for a man - which it is. ]

[blindoptimism]

[she looks a touch confused, not quite sure what reason he would have to be embarrassed of such a profession. Her mind automatically jumps to the profession of a blacksmith. Perhaps it is a lowly rank in his world?]

That is a noble profession. My world did not have many swords, but the ones that I did see were their own kind of art. It's nothing to be embarrassed of.

[treasureling]

What did it have instead?

[ The sort of gentle curiosity that comes when starting a real conversation. ]

[blindoptimism]

Warfare is fought with guns, for the most part. [she considers explaining giant mechs, but she's pretty sure she wouldn't explain it well]

[treasureling]

[ ...oh. That was probably obvious. ]

It must change things. Guns can deal death so much more quickly.

[blindoptimism]

It does. [war is a topic that she takes quite seriously] War is-- a truly dreadful thing. While I understand it's necessity... So many people are killed.

[treasureling]

[ He stares. It's not that he's never heard a woman say something like that. It's just - it usually comes from the mouths of men, instead. Men with children. ]

[blindoptimism]

Ah... [she looks a bit embarrassed under his gaze]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to turn the conversation to such a weighty topic.

[treasureling]

It's just not something I've usually heard a woman say.

[blindoptimism]

[huh, whatever she was expecting that was not it]

Really? [hm...] Do most women in your world avoid speaking about war and politics?

[treasureling]

Oh, no, of course they talk about it.

[blindoptimism]

Do they... typically have different opinions?

[treasureling]

Yes. Warriors usually do.

[blindoptimism]

[huh, those two partial statements strung together...]

Are many women warriors in your world?

[treasureling]

Another one? [ He sighs. ]

On the Islands, all women are warriors. Is it really that unusual? It makes more sense than the other way.

[blindoptimism]

I'm afraid I don't know, I haven't talked to many others about their opinions on the subject.

[she pauses, considering...] Many woman do fight in the military of my homeland, but women take part in many other professions as well.

[she like... wants to ask more because that sounds super interesting, but she'd feel bad if she was prying too much] Are women physically stronger than most men in your world?

[treasureling]

[ He doesn't mind explaining. Relating the facts is easy enough, and he responds willingly: ] Women are more precise. It's more valuable than raw arm strength.