It gives, and it takes. The Dreaming is not unlike fate--or chance--in that way.
The Fool's eyes linger on Rutile's expression, and there's a flicker of something like recognition across his features for a moment, but he doesn't press the topic further. Regret and loss have touched all who now call Aifaran home, for however long they are gifted (or cursed) to spend their time here. Some are readier to open up about their pasts than others, and while the Fool is at his heart possessed with an almost pathological curiosity, he knows when not to ask such questions.
"Do you work here as well, then? Along with the person behind the counter?"
At those questions, he lifts his chin with a wry smile. "In a manner of speaking," he replies and gestures back towards his work table and display case. "Klaus and I had an arrangement, in that I performed some small ornamental woodwork in the cafe prior to its opening. In exchange, I am able to sell my work here. I also rent a room upstairs," he adds, evidently pleased by the convenience. "The reduced rent was much appreciated, although I am unsure for how much longer that will be the case."
Making rent and holding down a job--two rather mundane problems for a prophet to be enduring. He'd almost find it amusing, if the prospect of imminent homelessness weren't so frightening.
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The Fool's eyes linger on Rutile's expression, and there's a flicker of something like recognition across his features for a moment, but he doesn't press the topic further. Regret and loss have touched all who now call Aifaran home, for however long they are gifted (or cursed) to spend their time here. Some are readier to open up about their pasts than others, and while the Fool is at his heart possessed with an almost pathological curiosity, he knows when not to ask such questions.
"Do you work here as well, then? Along with the person behind the counter?"
At those questions, he lifts his chin with a wry smile. "In a manner of speaking," he replies and gestures back towards his work table and display case. "Klaus and I had an arrangement, in that I performed some small ornamental woodwork in the cafe prior to its opening. In exchange, I am able to sell my work here. I also rent a room upstairs," he adds, evidently pleased by the convenience. "The reduced rent was much appreciated, although I am unsure for how much longer that will be the case."
Making rent and holding down a job--two rather mundane problems for a prophet to be enduring. He'd almost find it amusing, if the prospect of imminent homelessness weren't so frightening.