ykno vvhat im gonna agonize forever if i don't just make this already
Gorfuin'taenac! It's a temple made of stone! The mouth of the temple rests at the top of a hill, after a flight of big ol' stairs! There's a vaguely defined open air area with like, pillars 'n shit aboveground! The temple interior goes down in twisty, non-euclidean ways into the depths of the earth, because hey why not! It's always really misty and chilly there, there's lots weird plants that don't live anywhere else, and god where are there so many spiders, in general?
Anyway, some people live there, but some people commute or just visit only once or twice a week. If you're in on this plot you probably live there though because where else are you going to live? At the elf town? They only let elves live there.
[Pastor doesn't have much to say, he's just doing his daily chores to help the congregation out. Whacking hung-up carpets with whisk-looking motherfuckers and whatnot to make them less dusty. He thinks that's what this seemingly-pointless repetitive motion will do, anyway, he's not actually completely sure.
He also happens to be listening to a couple of the cult-- I mean, temple-goers nearby, claiming to have had a prophetic dream... Hm.]
7 years, 6 months ago
[Aidel had observed Pastor for some time, not really sure how to ask about him or to talk to him. Aidel figured he was another worshipper, but he didn't look like an elf at all. Just what was he? Aidel figured he was autistic, that much was certain. But other than that, they knew little else about him.]
Ah...Are you busy? I've noticed you sometimes around the temple, but I don't know your name and I'd like to get acquainted with you! If that's okay.
7 years, 6 months ago Edited 11:07 pm
[Pastor's chest seems to heave momentarily, like Aidel had startled him just a bit. He shoots them a wide-eyed, closed-lipped look, but he relaxes not long after he meets their gaze... And he starts not meeting their gaze. He vaguely recognizes the person standing in front of him, he had only come to see them around... Fairly recently. And it's hard to miss someone dressed in such bright colors among a crowd of dark-haired elves wearing dark robes]
I am busy. But not too busy to chat, no. I... My name is Pastor.
[With the whisk at his side, he starts running his fingers over the handle of the tool. He's still not looking at Aidel, but in his head that's nothing personal. Truth be told, this wasn't a very common situation for him to find himself in. Someone wanting to know about him?]
What is your name?
7 years, 6 months ago
[Brief eye contact, and then no eye contact. Aidel didn't really take offense to that. They hated eye contact too. They didn't even really mind that he didn't look at them. Aidel took a deep breath, because they were unsure how their next question would be taken. They had a friendly smile on their features, and spoke. It was an upbeat tone, like a rare morning person greeting someone "Good morning!"]
"My name's Aidel, Pastor! I was wondering, are you autistic? I'm not trying to be insult you or be rude or anything, I'm honestly wondering that. It's okay if you tell me, I'm also autistic!"
[It seemed like a good ice-breaker, and they couldn't help but feel a little curious. Aidel had noticed quirks of Pastor that could be marked up to autism, some Aidel shared, like not making eye contact. So they figured it was a good idea to ask.]
7 years, 6 months ago