[video] un: linneus.

[inaurare]

Hello every… ah, anyone who might see this. My name is Linneus. I... am not sure if this is working.

[leaving comments on other people’s posts is one thing, but putting his own out is quite another, and there’s a certain degree of nervousness that hasn’t been present in his everyday interactions, accentuated by the fact that he is clearly chilled and just about holding off a shiver]

I was hoping perhaps someone might be able to help. Someone in Olympia, that is. You see I returned from Wyver just now and-- well, look.

[the shift in camera angle is clumsy, but eventually he steadies the device on his surroundings. A broken-in window, the snow blown inside in small drifts. As he pans it’s clear that what little home he had started to make for himself has been quite overturned, covers tossed back and pulled off beds, cupboards and shelves standing empty, but he doesn’t linger too long on those. His main focus is on the window, one hand reaching into frame to gesture as he draws closer]

I can manage much of the housework and the cleaning, but it’s this is the trouble - it’s sort of a sash window, but it draws to the side instead of up. [a careful tug - broken glass notwithstanding, it’s clearly stuck open] I’m not sure I can manage to take it off its track by itself - I think the glass will break further if I try. But I hoped someone might try and help me with finding a replacement and perhaps fitting it?

[turning the camera back on himself, a slightly shy smile.]

I should forewarn that I may not be capable of instant repayment, but I would consider myself in your debt and endeavour to do what I can. I… await any reply, even if you’ve only advice to offer, but I shan’t be instantaneous in my replies, you understand. I have no small amount of cleaning up of my own to do…

Comments

[inaurare]

If a fracture this deep could be so easily repaired I would worry, honestly.

[he unconsciously mimics her, a pensive sip]

What about talking with those outside the cities’ walls? The unaffiliated?

[fiendennor]

They're not any more likely to hold a wholly unbiased frame of mind, either-- they left these places for a reason.

Still, between the three stories, something like the truth might emerge. I hope.

[inaurare]

No, this is true. But the more accounts gathered, the clearer the picture, don’t you think?

[a pause]

Perhaps this sounds fanciful or silly - and I have to settle, get my own affairs into order, first - but I have considered riding out every now and again, if there are mounts to be borrowed. If there is some way I can help, I would like to. If there is food or care I can offer that might be accepted...

[fiendennor]

[She gives a small shake of her head, and then smiles.] I don't think that sounds silly at all. I think it's very noble.

If you're looking for company, I'd be happy to go with you. Plus, we wouldn't need a mount. All I need is a broom.

[inaurare]

...I would need a mount. I’m not sure how I could manage on a broom.

[for several reasons. The height and the movement is one. Anatomy may well be another but he would never be as uncouth as to say so]

But the company would be welcome, of course.

[fiendennor]

You're welcome to ride with me if you change your mind, though I understand your concerns. [Sidesaddle is always a thing you can do! To sidestep anatomical concerns.]

Please, though, do let me know if it's something you intend on doing.

[inaurare]

I will probably do better with a horse, but thank you.

As I say, I don't know what kind of help will be welcome, if it is at all, but I should like to find out.