h o m e l e s s | looking at a few places.

[fairestone]

I think that by now both of us know that your brilliant plan --

Is really not at all that brilliant.

Besides. Just because I used to live in a house full of dwarfs does not mean you can order me to clean around your headspace. In case it escaped your notice, I'm not your maid.

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[yang_phase]

A house full of... dwarves?

What is it exactly that you do?

[fairestone]

Trying to survive, mostly.

[yang_phase]

A laudable goal, but I was talking about your profession. You mentioned that you were not a maid.

[fairestone]

You can't really work when in exile. I...trade things, for food.

[ stolen things but still. That's a job, right? ]

[yang_phase]

Ah, a merchant! It must be difficult work.

I myself had to prostrate myself before many spiritualists before I could find one that would take me on as an apprentice. What is it that you sell? Food? Clothing?

[fairestone]

Whatever comes.

[ small shrug. Whatever the Queen's men are carrying. ]

[offwithhishead]

Most plans aren't. Why they backfire and tend to end in more pain.

[fairestone]

You're optimistic -

[offwithhishead]

Yes, my mistake. Let me speak of rainbows and magic sparkles and you can get back to housekeeping for someone else, hmm?

[fairestone]

Listen, life isn't all fun and games for me either. You have to deal with what you have. That's life.

[offwithhishead]

If by deal you mean work until you change things, then yes. I miss the days when I thought all you had to do in life was go along with the days and everything would work out.

[fairestone]

[ A grimace. She does miss them too. Regina, man. ]

That's what I meant. You want something you have to see it done.

[offwithhishead]

Sadly that doesn't always work as well with muns.