he laughs a little bit even as he looks up to the stars as if they'll help him tell his story]
Kan Tae-Jun - the second son of the Fire Lord - but not particularly skilled in much. He was not the favored son of a military-based leadership, without strategy or swordsmanship to his name. However he was suddenly sent to a part of their lands - desolate, struggling to find a way to cultivate their crops - and as you could guess, he wasted away a bit.
He found it hard to find his footing, struggling without the protection of his brother. Famine and illness etched itself into the framework of the town, plaguing its citizens... and he, a lord without hope for help, was suddenly scrambling.
It's sad, isn't it? When those tasked to rule are unable to do so.
It certainly is. Though I feel worse for his people than for him.
[ the duke of her territory is perfect in every way, can't relate. but even if she has zero interest in politics, hilda finds herself kind of annoyed watching nobles make a mess of things. ]
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I could spend all day here... It's perfect.
[ well, mostly. tea bags and electric kettles don't make for a perfect brew, and it's not a real sky, but she says it like she means it. ]
Though actually, I can think of a few things that'd make it better. Why don't you tell me a story?
[ whether it's a memory, a fable, whatever. it's either that or she asks for a song. ]
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I don't know how much of a bard I am... but I can certainly try.
I only have one thing to request: I'd like a story from you in exchange. Deal?
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[ She's no troubadour either, but there's plenty of monastery hijinks to choose from. ]
Let me hear it, Won!
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The tale of an incompetent noble son made into a proud farmer?
[he's roasting someone but hilda will never know]
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[ huh. interesting. ]
That's definitely something I'd like to hear.
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[sure,,
he laughs a little bit even as he looks up to the stars as if they'll help him tell his story]
Kan Tae-Jun - the second son of the Fire Lord - but not particularly skilled in much. He was not the favored son of a military-based leadership, without strategy or swordsmanship to his name. However he was suddenly sent to a part of their lands - desolate, struggling to find a way to cultivate their crops - and as you could guess, he wasted away a bit.
He found it hard to find his footing, struggling without the protection of his brother. Famine and illness etched itself into the framework of the town, plaguing its citizens... and he, a lord without hope for help, was suddenly scrambling.
It's sad, isn't it? When those tasked to rule are unable to do so.
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[ the duke of her territory is perfect in every way, can't relate. but even if she has zero interest in politics, hilda finds herself kind of annoyed watching nobles make a mess of things. ]
So, what happened to him?