[Nimah I swear to god. they can hear the dripping, at least, a good enough idea of where he is and all. the question just earns a laugh.]
No one, of course. I'm sure some of those who've met me have lied about any number of things. [and it's clear from their answer that... well, it doesn't bother them. part of being blind is that there's nothing to recognise, and you don't usually describe someone to another in their experience. still, Wriothesley himself is quite... adaptable, at their guess.] It seems I'm quite lucky, then, that politeness runs in my veins. And lucky to find myself with such an amicable partner.
[because he is right, after all. though there are those who can't handle it, the reality is that the option is always there in their hands.]
Nimah. A pleasure, Wriothesley. [ah. they do trip over that a little bit, the roll of certain syllables picking up in the face of how they're arranged.] If it isn't a problem, I'll let you come to me, though.
[you know, so they don't just crash into him. which wouldn't happen, but that's not the point. a hand rises in sort of beckoning, and they do shift to brush their hair back and out of the way, bent leg dropping down to support weight again.]
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[Nimah I swear to god. they can hear the dripping, at least, a good enough idea of where he is and all. the question just earns a laugh.]
No one, of course. I'm sure some of those who've met me have lied about any number of things. [and it's clear from their answer that... well, it doesn't bother them. part of being blind is that there's nothing to recognise, and you don't usually describe someone to another in their experience. still, Wriothesley himself is quite... adaptable, at their guess.] It seems I'm quite lucky, then, that politeness runs in my veins. And lucky to find myself with such an amicable partner.
[because he is right, after all. though there are those who can't handle it, the reality is that the option is always there in their hands.]
Nimah. A pleasure, Wriothesley. [ah. they do trip over that a little bit, the roll of certain syllables picking up in the face of how they're arranged.] If it isn't a problem, I'll let you come to me, though.
[you know, so they don't just crash into him. which wouldn't happen, but that's not the point. a hand rises in sort of beckoning, and they do shift to brush their hair back and out of the way, bent leg dropping down to support weight again.]