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[hcttrick]

Freminet was making sure that the mechanical penguins he created work as he then cranked Pers' key on his back to make his companion move, however, as he was checking the rest, he didn't realize that his faithful friend was slowly waddling further away from him.

He panicked as he then runs to catch up to the curious machine, as he was about to pick Pers up, he noticed a strange dressed man approaching and questioning.

"...oh I'm sorry about Pers Sir, he accidentally waddled too far from me. Yes, Pers is my loyal friend. He has comforted me through thick and thing...I got him from the toy shop just ahead of you, there are more than like him. Sorry for the bother, I'll be on my way now..hope you enjoy Fontaine."

He spoke softly as he held Pers close, bowing his head to the man as he then continued on his way towards his house.

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"How...Curious." He had come to Fontiane to visit his mother and visit the buildings his mother suggested. The bustle of city and it's paterons were very different from home. The water even gave a slight chill to his light clothing. Right now, Kaveh was crouched down looking at a little robotic penguin that was toddling about. He looked up at see a young man approach. "Ah, is this yours? Where did you get it?"

[eonsadrft]

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 ❝ I don't want to cut you off, but I don't understand anything you're saying. I’m not from here. ❞

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    Normally the scribe wouldn’t give in to such petty attempts to agitate him. Kaveh knew exactly what he was doing. Somehow this man knew every single possible way to get under Alhaitham’s skin. And that, in itself, was irritating enough. Don’t react. Don’t give him what he wants. The thoughts act as a buffer for his own frustration, allowing it to simmer before it builds too high. And breathe. 

   “First of all, as a student of Haravatat, I have no need to attend your lectures unless it’s to audit them. While they may be beneficial to others, I have no need of your architectural wisdom.” He paused, a snide remark being held back on the tip of his tongue. He could have been far less kind, but decided it wouldn’t benefit him to anger his roommate at this point. So he sighed. “Second, for you to have tracked me all the way and find that... perhaps I don’t have your key would be such a pain I imagine.” A smirk played on his lips as he crossed his arms. “Are you sure you didn’t leave it somewhere else? Think closely. Where do you remember seeing it last?” 

[lesserden]

@sumeruarchitect

"Come in, come in."

Nahida honestly didn't like summoning people. Invitations were more her thing and style. Summoning someone just felt wrong, and it may be something that she has to get used too as she grows. She may be putting her foot down more. But that doesn't mean, she's fully used to being the head honcho of all things.

"I trust you understand why I have brought you in here, it's something that I wish to speak with you about, given Sumeru's current condition, and I need all the heads, brains, and ears that I can get at this moment. But ones I know I can trust, and won't stab me in the back, and let it rot once more. Before I say any more, any more on what I may ask of you. As I do not wish, to simply, put it forward, without carefully second guessing."

"I do apologize as well, if what I'm about to say, can come off as rude, or not trusting your hard work. But as one in my position. I would not rather have the same actions, befall Sumeru and it's people again. I hope you understand that. With that in mind..."

"Tell me in a few short sentences. Why, and in detail. You would not only be a good fit to be a sage. But if you truly care, about Sumeru, and it's people."

[sumeruarchitect]

He took a deep breath steeling himself against the other's logic. He knew Al-Haytham would ignore how pieces in a room can change an entire setting. It even had the ablity to influnce ones focus and mood. "Because there is an effect on people Al-Haytham. If there wasn't why did I bother studying about color theory? Why did I spend hours swatching and mulling through endless rows of bookscases if any old thing would do?" He snapped bristling. "If your point were to become a dictating norm. We would have no need for the breath taking library you so happily frequent. We would have the same interior homes with the same bookshelf. " Kaveh was becomign more heated thinking of the many crafters who poured themselves into their work. The carver he had worked with on Al-Haytham's bookcases already struggled in the field. "You can't seriously tell me you side with Azar's view point on the arts? The artist and the research work in tandam! They are both needed to feed into the other. To brush off one is to ignore their endless support! If an artist didn't exist those lovely book covers you care for would be nothing but tied pieces of parchment with nothing but a title." The blonde threw up his hands annoyed. "But YES! Please push you endless point of how art is exploitable! As though your infallible research can't be altered to favor ones theory." He panted hands on his hips. "If you are so strongly against my work and hated the craftsmen work. You should have told me from the start." Kaveh turned on his heel.

Please, he says. As if it'll suddenly change the endless clashing of the wildly opposing views they've had with each other since day one. Desperation, perhaps. The Light of Kshahrewar has about as much a chance of being talked down as trying to argue any and all concerns of betterment reserved solely for himself. In a world where others come first, Al-Haytham simply views the heart worn on that aesthetic chasing sleeve as a liability freer than Sumeru's healthcare. Need he say more?

While (x) could argue every angle, (y) would still present inconsistencies. The same applies to any practical argument and the people presenting them for that matter. Fractions certainly don't care about color and placement. If only such trivialities could be approached rationally rather than artistically. Before unwillingly weathering another lecture of sophistication via technique and artistic maturity, he's turning his attention toward ancient scriptures inward. There's still something to be gleaned between the gilded lines he'd like to discern sometime today. Sorry not all of us have the privilege of arguing the value of art until their face turns blue.

"Taking your view into consideration, the price hardly matters then. So long as your supposed art piece flows in whatever atmosphere you've deemed matching to the household itself, so long as it doesn't clash with said views, well... "

Yeah, they both know exactly where this going; but he's gonna say it anyway.

"When the day comes all art is proven exploitable, both your argument and art itself lose all value. A comfortable living space does not need to equate to artistic appeal, nor does artistic appeal need to equate to the comforts of one's home. They are two entirely separate factors; why do you keep trying to create a sum out of them?"

[hcttrick]

Freminet stopped before hearing Kaveh's words, he turned around to answer.

"T-Thank you and yes Sir, I named him Pers. He doesn't really speak but I know when he wishes to comfort me, your friend there...did you make him? Also, I'm sorry, I could lead you to the toy shop if you like to see it..."

He asks curiously, tilting his head at Mehrak as this be his first time seeing a moving briefcase. It intrigued him, his eyes just couldn't look away.

Freminet was making sure that the mechanical penguins he created work as he then cranked Pers' key on his back to make his companion move, however, as he was checking the rest, he didn't realize that his faithful friend was slowly waddling further away from him.

He panicked as he then runs to catch up to the curious machine, as he was about to pick Pers up, he noticed a strange dressed man approaching and questioning.

"...oh I'm sorry about Pers Sir, he accidentally waddled too far from me. Yes, Pers is my loyal friend. He has comforted me through thick and thing...I got him from the toy shop just ahead of you, there are more than like him. Sorry for the bother, I'll be on my way now..hope you enjoy Fontaine."

He spoke softly as he held Pers close, bowing his head to the man as he then continued on his way towards his house.

[hpscaling]

"I've mostly been practicing for the theater," she said with a laugh, doing the steps again herself. "I mean, I'd love to travel someday. But the farthest I've ever been from Sumeru City was when we went to the desert for the Akademiya competition." She'd never actually been to the desert before that, either.

"Have you traveled much, Kaveh?"

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Kaveh laughed standing on the stage across from Nilou. "No, no I'm sure I've got it this time." He said gesturing Mehrak to display the setting again for them. "Right so." He looked at Nilou trying to copy the steps she had showed him. It had been so long since he danced. It was a nice change of a pace from interacting with customers. "So, what is this dance for? Are you going to start traveling? I've read that Mondstadt's windblume festival is amazing for performers. Ah !" He stumbled the last steps.

[erabundus]

the wanderer moved like some manner of spirit, drifting quietly ( through busy streets, following worn dirt paths, through claustrophobic alleyways ) with the purpose in his step of one who had no plans of stopping. a face in the crowd, a figure spotted out of the corner of one's eye, made remarkable only by his choice of attire. that was what he preferred; it was simpler.

... still, it wasn't UNHEARD of for some to address him. he supposed humans were strange like that — too curious for their own good.

footsteps stilled. ❝ can someone with no DESTINATION in mind truly be considered lost?  ❞ he tilted his hat to gaze at the speaker. ❝ ... do you need something, or do you simply make it a HABIT to chat with every stranger you come across?  ❞

@erabundus

The architect let out a long sigh shuffling out of the bar. He rolled his neck listening to it crack, another day spent nursing one glass and what ever plate of food Dori felt kind enough to provide him. Honestly, he couldn't believe he had forgotten his key! He should just see if Al-Haitham has returned but the image of that smug look made his blood boil. Kaveh stopped staring at the shorter male who walked through the city. Was he lost? His clothes didn't look like they were from Sumeru. The hat alone carried a different style than any of the cloth makers that lived in here. "Excuse me... are you lost?"

[balladwind]

in general, he goes wherever the wind beckons, wherever his moods take a fancy. this time, however, there may be a harmless agenda that nudges him to take upon a remote yet familiar soil. when one of her people approaches him, he graces the man with an airy, amiable smile.

〞just to visit an old friend,   〞he replies lightheartedly, his voice skips with its usual chime. 〞but it's been awhile since i've been here to learn and perform.   〞

@balladwind

"A bard? From Mondstadt?" Kaveh looked shocked, but it quickly melted into delight. "That's, rare! I wondered if bards ever made their way into Sumeru. What brings you here?" The architect asks looking around rather worried. People still seemed off put by the arts.