There we go. Some of the Utterly Pleasant hackles lower as Colin sees Edgard is finally listening.
"You came into my apothecary and interrupted my work to inform me that you were personally changing my schedule. When I told you, speaking from my experience caring for a griffon, that that wasn't necessary, you told me I didn't know what I was talking about. And I don't think you've even bothered to learn my name."
Edgard's eyes widen. Unbelievable. He takes a deep breath. He pauses a moment and then says,
"I came to tell you that we were now sharing responsibility for Sunbeam, something I thought you'd be happy about. I asked to meet you at another time to not interrupt your work. I was not trying to say you don't know how to take care of Sunbeam, I am aware you do, which is why at the meeting I was going to suggest we work up to alternate days, so as not to confuse or overwhelm her who is used to seeing you every day. I also think it would be a good idea to have the meetings to make sure there is consistency. Griffons are not like horses, they are more sensitive."
He folds his hands in his lap and then adds, "Colin."
"Much better. That's considerably more explaining your thinking and considerably less of running me over with an apple cart. Working up to alternate days is a good idea. Meetings once a month, with an option in between depending on how she's doing?"
Edgard scrunches up his face. He still doesn't understand what he did wrong or why it's better that he explain what he was thinking when he suggested the meeting specifically to not interrupt him. Also, why isn't it better that Sunbeam have two parents? Isn't that always better? He doesn't understand this man at all. Colin's tone puts him off a bit, but this is the outcome he wanted.
"Yes. Good."
He stands up and moves toward the door. "Goodbye, Maman."
Don't think you can weasel your way out of that nickname.
"Only a madman would think I was saying griffons are exactly like horses. The main difference I find is that they are much more independent. And if you can't respect what I say on the matter, then the next meeting won't go any better than this one. So. What's going to change?"
Edgard sputters and flinches like he's been slapped.
"Well, I'm a madman because that's what I thought you said." He gestures helplessly. "I am sorry I offended you. Things seemed to go better when I repeated what I said." He stops and thinks. He's trying! Reflection is very hard for him and this was a confusing interaction.
"I don't know, but I will try to listen." He says the next in a softer tone. "I hope you will listen too. Sometimes I have bad ideas. But, I have good ones too."
"That's why I agreed to the good ones." Most of the rest of the tension goes out of him. Good enough. A bit of a sigh. "Honestly, I'm really glad about this. Work keeps me from spending as much time with her as I'd like, and I know she could use as much exercise as possible. They're very athletic."
And Athessa walks through it, scribbling something into a journal, and right into Edgard. She looks about as shocked as someone would after walking into a wall after she rebounds a step, blinking.
"Turns out he's become a rider to Sunbeam. He came by to talk about what we have to do to be good parents to her, started telling me all about griffons..."
A shrug. "Anyway. I could probably taste it and have useful notes, but we'd need someone who knows mead."
"As if he knows fucking anything about griffons," she scoffs. "Man doesn't even know how to wash properly."
Athessa brushes some dirt from her journal, which had taken the brunt of her Orlesian collision and paid the price, and opens it to show Colin the page she's been scribbling potential mead-notes on.
"Barty really chose a great time to take off with Teren, he would've known stuff about mead. But this is what I have so far, do you think those flavors would mix well? I don't remember much about my nan's process for making any of it, just that she used rowan from those trees I showed you in the woods."
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"You came into my apothecary and interrupted my work to inform me that you were personally changing my schedule. When I told you, speaking from my experience caring for a griffon, that that wasn't necessary, you told me I didn't know what I was talking about. And I don't think you've even bothered to learn my name."
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"I came to tell you that we were now sharing responsibility for Sunbeam, something I thought you'd be happy about. I asked to meet you at another time to not interrupt your work. I was not trying to say you don't know how to take care of Sunbeam, I am aware you do, which is why at the meeting I was going to suggest we work up to alternate days, so as not to confuse or overwhelm her who is used to seeing you every day. I also think it would be a good idea to have the meetings to make sure there is consistency. Griffons are not like horses, they are more sensitive."
He folds his hands in his lap and then adds, "Colin."
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"Much better. That's considerably more explaining your thinking and considerably less of running me over with an apple cart. Working up to alternate days is a good idea. Meetings once a month, with an option in between depending on how she's doing?"
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"Yes. Good."
He stands up and moves toward the door. "Goodbye, Maman."
Don't think you can weasel your way out of that nickname.
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"Well, I'm a madman because that's what I thought you said." He gestures helplessly. "I am sorry I offended you. Things seemed to go better when I repeated what I said." He stops and thinks. He's trying! Reflection is very hard for him and this was a confusing interaction.
"I don't know, but I will try to listen." He says the next in a softer tone. "I hope you will listen too. Sometimes I have bad ideas. But, I have good ones too."
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"I'm glad." He awkwardly shifts. "I'll see you soon then. Goodbye, Maman."
He walks toward the door.
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"Athessa." He steps to the side.
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"Bye, Edgard," he sighs, feeling drained.
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"Hey, Col', d'you know anything about brewing mead?"
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"Did you just call me worm?"
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"Maybe if you cleaned out your ears you'd be able to hear better. Yes, I called you worm."
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"Why?" He asks flatly.
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"Because you're practically a human earthworm that yells all the fucking time."
Duh. Anyway, back to Colin:
"I'm gonna try to reverse engineer the Keeper's rowan mead..."
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"Worms don't yell." He says and walks out the door.
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"He is exhausting."
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Congrats, Edgard, you just proved her nickname right.
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A shrug. "Anyway. I could probably taste it and have useful notes, but we'd need someone who knows mead."
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Athessa brushes some dirt from her journal, which had taken the brunt of her Orlesian collision and paid the price, and opens it to show Colin the page she's been scribbling potential mead-notes on.
"Barty really chose a great time to take off with Teren, he would've known stuff about mead. But this is what I have so far, do you think those flavors would mix well? I don't remember much about my nan's process for making any of it, just that she used rowan from those trees I showed you in the woods."
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