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Maelfroth
Maelstrom was good. I am still enjoying Wandering Blossom, though the makeup is a bitch and I do spend a certain amount of time standing around. As far as the former goes, this weekend I tried out some fixing powder; it worked fine at first, though I did need to reapply facepaint on the third morning. I think I am using rather too much of it though, it's half gone and I had to rub quite firmly to get it all to disappear. Maybe if I can get some in a talc-type container rather than a little open pot it would be more measured.
Blossom is not, it must be said, a social character. I find it quite hard to make small talk with him, as he does not tend to speak to people unless he has something to say. This is not to say he's particularly stoic or withdrawn, it's more that he's the centre of his own universe. He's quite like a young child in that respect. Which is understandable, since he's only about a year old. He will putter along doing his thing until he needs more information or decides to volunteer his opinion. Of course at the same time he's quite interested in both Duty and Honour and will offer to do things for people when they appear to need doing, and rarely refuses a request for help. It's just that he doesn't really have a propensity for chat, so it can be hard to fill quiet periods. My usual tactic is to find something trivial and self-involved to devote my entire attention to, such as sorting through my bag or eating a banana. The temptation to chuck it in and start an amiable human is still present, but I think I can keep at it for the time being. Dryads are, after all, cool.
On the downside, I was rather underdressed for the weather, wearing only two layers and an open robe (though one of the layers was thermal). I seem to have caught my death of cold. At night I was shivering despite being quite snug and warm, and this afternoon I felt as though my bones were cold. My nose is now all bunged up, I veer sharply between feeling a chill and boiling hot, I'm coughing huge wheezy gungey coughs and my every joint aches. But I am a lot better since coming into the warm, I'm sure I'll be even better by morning.
Blossom is not, it must be said, a social character. I find it quite hard to make small talk with him, as he does not tend to speak to people unless he has something to say. This is not to say he's particularly stoic or withdrawn, it's more that he's the centre of his own universe. He's quite like a young child in that respect. Which is understandable, since he's only about a year old. He will putter along doing his thing until he needs more information or decides to volunteer his opinion. Of course at the same time he's quite interested in both Duty and Honour and will offer to do things for people when they appear to need doing, and rarely refuses a request for help. It's just that he doesn't really have a propensity for chat, so it can be hard to fill quiet periods. My usual tactic is to find something trivial and self-involved to devote my entire attention to, such as sorting through my bag or eating a banana. The temptation to chuck it in and start an amiable human is still present, but I think I can keep at it for the time being. Dryads are, after all, cool.
On the downside, I was rather underdressed for the weather, wearing only two layers and an open robe (though one of the layers was thermal). I seem to have caught my death of cold. At night I was shivering despite being quite snug and warm, and this afternoon I felt as though my bones were cold. My nose is now all bunged up, I veer sharply between feeling a chill and boiling hot, I'm coughing huge wheezy gungey coughs and my every joint aches. But I am a lot better since coming into the warm, I'm sure I'll be even better by morning.