sunshinesally | Inbox [Pumpkin Hollow]

Sally waves a hand with cheerful dismissal. "Oh, nothing crazy. That one's on me, but I can get you a two-week supply for 10 Brass." (Fever won't even miss it, considering that her player is covering the cost with this conversation!) "Just give me a buzz when you're gonna be coming by. Either on the phone proper or the funny little magic rocks."

Sally produces her sending stone to punctuate her point--- a hand-sized, irregularly shaped slice of peach agate, with a hole in the corner through which a piece of twine is threaded. Beads hang from the twine--- one that looks like a smiley face, another that looks like a ringed planet. "These are pretty fun, aren't they? I really like mine."

"Oh, that's lovely - I left mine back at home, but it's not as pretty a color." A more muted purple, almost gray, and something she'll keep forgetting until it becomes habit again. "And it's extraordinary that someone managed sending stones in a web, they usually just come in pairs. These are closer to how telephones should work...which are incredible all on their own. No magic but you can still communicate so far away with ease."

Her tone says she's sincere, that the wonder in her expression is meant. Such devices are worthy of awe, that they somehow are the culmination of so many smart things, and yet entirely worked in a space without magic attached.

"Oh, you've seen these things before?" Sally brightens. "They're brilliant! I've never seen real magic before I came here."

"Things like them, yes - oh, now I know how it feels when I've told someone that I haven't lived in a world without magic. There's things that I hope you get to experience that are just wondrous."

Magic, after all, is neutral, like any force of the world. There are plenty of good and vital things it can do, but those she knows are testament to it not being necessary for existence.

"Is there anything that's been more than a little perplexing to adjust to, since it's real here?"

"Honestly, nothing too troubling. I mean, we had stories back home, fiction about magic and ancient evil and all that. Fairy tales and the like. I just had to... accept that it was real! It was strange at first, but mostly just because it feels like living in a storybook." Sally shrugs. "Though I suppose proactive gods are kind of new. The one I grew up with tends to just sort of sit back---"

She stops herself, waving it away. "No, you know what? This is a conversation that needs to be had over drinks. And I've just had at least three new people offer to babysit for me. Why don't we pop by the Oak & Iron?"

And a good thing too, because it stops Fever from settling in by the counter to have this talk, perfectly ready to start it in the pharmacy. Her ready to comment on how the gods of her world were a bit of a mixed bag in how much they decided to take a hand in things is shelved for the second, in favor of a better idea.

"Fine by me - I've got nowhere to be in a hurry." She smiles. "I'm happy to wait, if you'd like them to pick her up here, or you can drop her where you need to."

"My shop boy lives upstairs ever since I moved in with my fiancé, and he loves to take Gwen. Lemme just pop upstairs and ask him. Back in two shakes!"

Gwen in hand, Sally plods up the stairs and can briefly be heard talking with a man, the voice muffled through the walls. She returns sans baby. "Alright, let's boogie."

"Boogie?"

Fever chuckles at the unfamiliar word but easily pulls herself away from admiring a display, moving instead to get the door.

"After you."

Sally laughs brightly at how stilted the word sounds coming from Fever. "You never heard that word before? It's like---" Sally tilts her head thoughtfully, trying to decide how to describe it. "It means to move, usually dancing but also just kind of in general."

"There's a lot of words I don't know." She shrugs. Whether that's a side effect of her condition or just her exposure, she can't tell. "Usually I find them when reading, so I've gotten in the habit of keeping a dictionary around then to check. Or I try to remember and look at them later."

"Well, now you don't have to worry about it!" She grins, cheerful as ever. Sally's honestly relieved to be getting a little time out of the shop, and it's been a really, really long time since she's had a good female friend. She has a bit of a spring in her step as she quickly closes up. "So, Oak & Iron? What's your drink of choice?"

"A red wine, mostly, though I'll give anything a go once. One of these days I'll find something I'll taste and suddenly know 'this one's my favorite', above all others. What about you?"

With how much it seems to have brightened Sally's day, she's more than glad she accepted.

Sally considers this for a moment. "You ever had a Moscow Mule before? I'm gonna guess they call it something else here, seeing as there's no Moscow. It's vodka, lime juice, and ginger beer over ice served in a copper cup. The copper keeps it super cold, which is how you want it."

"Never had the pleasure, but if they have the ingredients here, I'm more than ready to try it. Anything more involved than putting it in a glass is still a novelty to me, and even then, there's enough times that was just skipped depending on what survived at camp..."

Or how one felt. She pauses.

"I was traveling for a long while, before I came here. Tents, bedrolls, all of that. A good amount of our supplies were just...what we could get our hands on via trade or some gold. No room to really be picky with that."

"Oh, cocktails are the best. They're delicious and can get you really messed up," Sally says, laughing. "Your life sounds like something out of the Hobbit. Were you saving the world from an ancient evil or something?"

She's half-joking, but she sort of hopes Fever says yes because that'd be awesome.

"Working to stop an evil cult from conquering the coast, actually."

Whatever the Hobbit is, if it's got anything like that, then she sympathizes.

"It's close enough for my taste."

Sally laughs sheepishly. "Oh, that's amazing," she says, the admiration in her tone genuine. "To be honest, I'm a bit jealous--- I spent my whole life trapped in a tiny town and a little helpless most of the time. I mean, I had some social sway, but it's only so much. Then I came here and met people who went on adventures and had amazing powers... Not to say that I think your life was easy, but... "

She makes a vague hand gesture.

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