asgardsflight | HONIR'S TEMPLE

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Who: ANYONE; Honir may or may not appear if asked to (and even if not!)
What: Any interactions that take place in Honir's temple.
When: ANYTIME; the temple does not lock or close in any way, and this log is permanently open.
Where: Flakkaheim, in Honir's district.
Rating: Please take anything adult rated to a private log; everything else is welcome.

This is a permanent open log for anything that takes place in Honir's temple. Using this log is completely optional and you are welcome to use the log community instead. This is just one easy way to get an NPC handler's eyes on something you may want Honir to be aware of, whether the god actually makes an appearance in your thread or not. You are welcome to play out threads with other characters as well, or even just leave your own comment of something your character is doing alone in the temple. This is a completely open action log for literally anything.

If your character wishes to make contact with Honir, you can simply leave a comment here with an OOC note or plot it out ahead of time! How your character attempts to gain his attention is their choice, just as it is his choice whether or not to respond. Comments on this post are valid for AC.

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Oh, right now?

[ He startles a little, but within a blink of the eye, he holds out a strangely accurate recreation of the section of venison Lalli might typically pull off of a fire, except it's displayed on a nice platter. Still has that fresh smoky scent wafting away from it - but it's sitting there on a plate.

Honir offers it to him with a hopeful look. ]

Is this it? A veni-son?

[ He keeps pronouncing it "vennison," extending the n for just a second too long. But this is what he meant, right? ]

❰ lalli expected the process to be more... invasive. he expected the god's fingertips on the sides of his head, or maybe not physical touch but a sudden intrusive discomfort inside his skull.

neither of those things actually occur. instead, while lalli is very much still waiting for the process to even begin, honir holds out a platter of hot, juicy deer flank.

lalli blinks at it for a moment. then, all at once, a look of something like wonder dawns across his face. his next breath comes much lighter, a mere half-step short of a laugh. and he nods. ❱ It is, ❰ he says, saving any elaboration for the moment it takes to rein his enthusiasm (yes, this counts as enthusiasm) back under control.

then, more seriously: ❱ That's exactly it. ❰ his brow flickers as something occurs to him, but honir isn't left to wonder. ❱ You should try some. If gods can eat. ❰ he's hardly one to be so generous usually, but he's in unusually high spirits at the moment. ❱

[ Honir thrives on every measure of excitement, so he's just as delighted by Lalli's not-laugh as Alice's childish glee. He smiles brightly at his apparent success, happy if only to have been able to provide something he needed. It's enough that, as usual, he glosses over any underlying meanings there might be and skips right into cheery enthusiasm. ]

Okay! We can share it!

[ And because eating is supposed to happen around a fire - at least as far as Honir understands to be a "normal" occurrence in Lalli's memories - a small campfire appears a couple feet to the side of them. Honir happily sits on the ground in front of it and holds out a brand new second plate to Lalli without remarking on the conjuration in any way, treating it as absolutely - well, "normal." ]

I haven't eaten very many things, but I'm very excited to try this. It doesn't smell rotten, but it definitely smells dead!

[ He says it like it's a good thing, because he's still not really sure what mortals are supposed to smell. ]

❰ lalli startles ever-so-slightly at the sudden appearance of a crackling fire mere feet away, but it immediately warms to something like subtle appreciation as he accepts the offered plate and sinks down crosslegged next to the fire as well. ❱

Dead smells better cooked, ❰ he explains, as if the god's ignorance is also the most normal thing in the world. ❱ Guess it's different for a god. If you're... mortal, if something might make you sick, your brain tells you it smells bad.

❰ all the while he's picking a bit of the meat off with his fingertips. now he pops it into his mouth, and his next breath is a deeply pleased sort of sigh. ❱

[ Honir listens to Lalli speak and waits for him to eat first, watching how he does it and then mimicking it for himself. He pulls a piece off with his fingers, pops it in his mouth and chews for a second - and then his eyes brighten with an enthusiastic: ]

Mm! This is a lot better than the first food I made! How does it work, then? If dead and cooked smells good and tastes good, but a bad smell means you might get sick, what if it doesn't have any smell? Is it still a food?

[ Is he asking how smells work or how food works? Both, most likely. ]

❰ though it occurs only in his peripheral, lalli notes the way the god very clearly waits for a demonstration on how exactly to eat. tuuri would scold him for not clarifying that it's proper to use a utensil, but tuuri isn't here and lalli and a god are eating with their hands.

the question has his brow knitting a little, thoughtful as he chews and swallows the impossibly delicious bite. ❱

If it doesn't smell, it doesn't taste much either, ❰ he says. ❱ They're connected. Dunno why. ❰ but as an afterthought: ❱ Doesn't mean it's not food, though. Just that it's not good food. Better than rotting, though.

[ The moment Lalli's explanation of "no smell = no taste" registers with him, Honir's eyes light up and he makes an excited mm while his mouth is still full of food. He has to force himself to swallow to be able to speak. What a process, chewing! ]

So that's why it tasted like sadness! But it might still be food? Would you try it for me?

[ And without waiting for an answer, Honir will hold out his hand and very sincerely, honestly and excitedly curious, offers Lalli a paper napkin. Just. A brown fucking paper napkin. ]

❰ the next bit of conversation is a bit of a whirlwind. honir says that something tasted like sadness, but he's happy about it. he wants lalli to try another food, but all he offers is -

a napkin??

lalli looks down at the napkin, then back up at honir, then down at the napkin again. he very briefly considers the possibility that this is a joke, but honir's face looks so earnest that in this moment, lalli feels inexplicably endeared to this dumb delighted man-god. ❱

That's a napkin, ❰ he says, sounding a bit more bemused than he intended to. his eyes lift once again to honir, because: ❱ You ate a napkin?

[ Aw, nuts. Honir's not the most intuitive, but he's heard that tone enough times to know he did an oops again. ]

Only half.

[ :(

He withdraws his hand to hold the napkin up in front of him, looking at it from side to side. ]

What do you do with it, then? A napkin.

❰ only half.

right.

that's.... not better. ❱

You wipe things, I guess. Spills, or if you get food on your face.

❰ that's what you're supposed to do, anyway. lalli just uses his sleeve. ❱

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sorry for this horrendous lateness

shh I am the actual worst I have done no tags but I had to do this

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