[Semi-Open] Eating Crow

[maltesefalcon]

Who: Cerrit Agrupnin and People that Should Know
What: Little Talks about a Big Deal
When: Backdated late August up until Dahlia's Gala
Where: Wherever Talks Happen
Warning(s): None yet


Cerrit's secret has been eating at him, and now it's time to let it out. If you work closely with him as an Enforcer or a member of the militia, or if you're good friends with Cerrit and you don't know about his deal with Aster yet, sometime in late August (post-Blight) or early September he's going to invite you for a private conversation.

The means may vary, the context may vary, but he has some things he needs to say.

Comments

[maltesefalcon]

"You're not my staff; you don't need to call me Chief." Cerrit's steps on the forest floor don't sound like human feet in shoes. This is probably not a surprise to her. "I'm not the boss of you."

[decrypter]

"No, but I'd like to call people what they would like to be called, that's all."

She is Polite, Cerrit. Even if his steps sound a little odd, he wouldn't be the first person whose walking sounded strange to her in her life.

[maltesefalcon]

"I like my name. I like Cerrit. I'm fairly simple to please." Beat. "There's roots in the path coming up."

Yes, she's got the cane, but the warning feels like it might be useful? Maybe.

[decrypter]

"Ah, thank you."

It lets her know to step more carefully, to make sure of her footing.

"I don't think I'll be able to map the entire island, not without spending years here. But if one never ventures out from home, they'll miss out on so much. It's such a beautiful day."

Her whole heart is in that sentence, tender and yearning, feeling peaceful.