fong - verb; to fong, the act of... [OPEN]

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer had a perhaps excusable fondness for taverns. He'd certainly spent enough time in them to either loathe the places or love them, and Geoffrey rarely found it within himself to loathe anything that was willing to provide him with food and company.

And a tavern, unlike so many things on this strange journey, echoed vaguely of home. He'd even found some dice somewhere.

Rattling them idly in one hand, an itch he wasn't quite allowed to scratch, the writer and herald sat neatly cross-legged on a table, chin in hand, elbow on knee, kilt neatly smoothed around him to avoid unwanted eyefuls. His dice-filled hand moved, clacking and jangling, as he finished up a story to whatever audience would listen.

It was a story of chivalry, of passion, of dedication, a slice of stupidity, and an overpowering need for a full stomach and well-delivered fonging. It was the story of Wat.

Delivered in fond mockery, it ended thus; "Not every wise man can expect to be a good man, and few good men can expect to be wise. The ones, however, who can grasp at life with both hands, breath deeply of it, and declare that it could use more salt are something to be marveled upon. Perhaps not revered or praised, but certainly watched very carefully."

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[on_errantry]

Rhiow's ears twitched back and forth, trying to think of a way to explain this so that he would understand.

"Well - I'm from your future. Which means that I have more than enough knowledge of your time to pose an incredible danger to our timeline. If I weren't an ethical person, I could give you scientific or political knowledge that would change the way the world is shaped in the future."

She scratched at her ear for a moment, trying to drown out the Whisperer's growls of displeasure. I won't actually tell him anything, I'm just explaining the theory, she said.

Sometimes that is all it takes, She responded.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff thought this over, nodding, before choosing his response. "Yet since I have arrived, I have received training in both 'computers' and our 'omnicomm' devices, as well many weapons that I am grateful my lords do not possess. I have seen planets, and learned that my home is called Earth. I am afraid that, no matter what you tell me, I have been irrevocably changed."

He smiles as he says it. He sincerely both regrets and cherishes some of those discoveries and changes.

[on_errantry]

"Yes," Rhiow said slowly, her ears tilting out to the side. "I'm unsure what may happen if we restore our worlds. It would be nice to think we could trust everyone to just keep quiet, and not talk about what they've experienced here, but it's too much to ask for some. And the level of technology some are exposed to on the ship is far beyond what they're used to - the damage to the timelines would be catastrophic."

She looked down at the counter for a moment. "Maybe it would be better if we stayed aboard."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"My apologies, m'lady, but should such a day come, I am returning home with not one look back. My duties lie there, and my heart. There are none who I could tell of this who would not call me mad at any rate. More than they already have."