[ Of course, they'd met in the rain. Sort of. That's why she'd invited Fern here in the first place. Payment rendered for an umbrella. All because of the rain. ]
Steady and clean like that. Otherwise, we get vicious highstorms — perhaps the one constant across all the kingdoms. Bad enough in some regions that a person can't survive being caught out in one.
[ Once a year? Just once a year, exactly? It seems so specific that Fern has to assume there's some reason. She blinks a smattering of times, not quite hiding her bafflement.
Storms so vicious that they threaten people's lives, though — it's not an unknown concept to Fern, though the frequency seems to be what creates the primary difference between their worlds (and this one). ]
And they happen... quite regularly, I assume? That would make travel quite the challenge, then.
[ She remains distantly aware of the fact that Jasnah is working and she can likely only take up so much of her time with questions like this, but for now Fern still has her drink. Until that's done, she can likely get away with this. ]
Every handful of days. Impossible to predict. [ Despite what the storm wardens would have most believe. ] But most regions have shelters if you're caught in transit.
[ And then she goes on to do what might indeed be the most boring thing ever: talk about the weather. About how highstorms can chuck boulders around as if they were pebbles; about how the rain during a storm deposits a beige-y sediment called crem that builds up on houses and trees; about how the storms always blow from east to west — growing marginally weaker on the far side of the continent. It's the sort of information that's easy to share because it's mostly meaningless. She loses nothing in describing it.
But it does feel strangely good. Talking a little about home. She's been gone long enough now for the homesickness to well and truly settle in — even for the storms. Or else for the quiet that came with locking yourself up for a few hours while a storm passed, either alone or with your family. Reading, playing card games, sharing space.
Eventually, when Fern finishes her drink, Jasnah looks almost sheepish to realize she's delivered a whole miniature lecture on highstorms. Clearing her throat, she excuses herself back to her work. ]
[ Perhaps it would be a boring subject if it were about the weather in a place that Fern already knows or has visited, like the Sword Coast or even Barovia. These highstorms are quite different, though, in their regularity and in their intensity. They truly do seem to dictate the pattern of everyone's lives who has to endure them, and that's something that Jasnah has clearly come to accept, for a lack of any other available option.
And, well, Fern doesn't think it's that strange to be homesick even for the less than pleasant things — simply because they're familiar.
She becomes caught up enough in the conversation to not quite realize she's finished her drink and should be moving on, but when Jasnah excuses herself, Fern is quick to thank her for her time and the explanation, before bidding farewell and heading back out into the relatively calm (for now) Panorama weather. ]
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[ Of course, they'd met in the rain. Sort of. That's why she'd invited Fern here in the first place. Payment rendered for an umbrella. All because of the rain. ]
Steady and clean like that. Otherwise, we get vicious highstorms — perhaps the one constant across all the kingdoms. Bad enough in some regions that a person can't survive being caught out in one.
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Storms so vicious that they threaten people's lives, though — it's not an unknown concept to Fern, though the frequency seems to be what creates the primary difference between their worlds (and this one). ]
And they happen... quite regularly, I assume? That would make travel quite the challenge, then.
[ She remains distantly aware of the fact that Jasnah is working and she can likely only take up so much of her time with questions like this, but for now Fern still has her drink. Until that's done, she can likely get away with this. ]
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Every handful of days. Impossible to predict. [ Despite what the storm wardens would have most believe. ] But most regions have shelters if you're caught in transit.
[ And then she goes on to do what might indeed be the most boring thing ever: talk about the weather. About how highstorms can chuck boulders around as if they were pebbles; about how the rain during a storm deposits a beige-y sediment called crem that builds up on houses and trees; about how the storms always blow from east to west — growing marginally weaker on the far side of the continent. It's the sort of information that's easy to share because it's mostly meaningless. She loses nothing in describing it.
But it does feel strangely good. Talking a little about home. She's been gone long enough now for the homesickness to well and truly settle in — even for the storms. Or else for the quiet that came with locking yourself up for a few hours while a storm passed, either alone or with your family. Reading, playing card games, sharing space.
Eventually, when Fern finishes her drink, Jasnah looks almost sheepish to realize she's delivered a whole miniature lecture on highstorms. Clearing her throat, she excuses herself back to her work. ]
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And, well, Fern doesn't think it's that strange to be homesick even for the less than pleasant things — simply because they're familiar.
She becomes caught up enough in the conversation to not quite realize she's finished her drink and should be moving on, but when Jasnah excuses herself, Fern is quick to thank her for her time and the explanation, before bidding farewell and heading back out into the relatively calm (for now) Panorama weather. ]