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Belrun is so close to getting this damned flu strain to calm down in this one egg. She copies the change across to a few more eggs' worth, iterates, writes everything down, and Fetches the egg that is getting scary into her pot of simmering water before it makes a break for it. It's getting on toward dark and if she keeps working she's going to have to do it by candlelight, and she doesn't like that - it's already too easy to bump into things when she can see them. She calls it a day and closes up the lab for the night and heads out to walk over to the university cafeteria. It's a nice evening, and it's Flatbread Night, and she's in a generally good mood.
velgarth bell and leareth become very upset
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occhiolino
"It makes perfect sense! It's just, you have this very - put-together and dignified presentation? Which I only see corners of because it breaks down around me but I can tell it's there. Dyeing your hair is not dignified and being self-conscious about it definitely isn't dignified, I don't think I would have reacted like that if you'd said the same thing except the same way you'd explain having learned a language to blend in someplace."
the-final-accounting
Leareth makes a face at her. "Why is dyeing my hair so much less dignified than learning a language, anyway?"
occhiolino
"I should have said, most people who dye their hair are not doing it for dignified reasons. Your given reason isn't the usual one but you were embarrassed about it."
the-final-accounting
"I have never been embarrassed about it before! Perhaps it is because I imagine you thinking I am vain or something, even though I do not feel that is particularly my motivation – though I also think it looks better on me than silver would."
occhiolino
"I agree though I suppose I don't know what silver would look like on you without seeing it."
the-final-accounting
"Mmm." Leareth chuckles. "...I could cast an illusion on it to make it silver temporarily? I think it comes out looking rather silly, though."
the-final-accounting
"All right, give me a moment. ...Please do not look until I am done, it will take time to get it exactly right."
the-final-accounting
Leareth fiddles with it for a while. "...All right, look now?" Getting the exact detail of individual hairs would be very hard, but just laying a different colour tint over his actual hair is a lot easier. It's the same length and general shape as before, but gleaming silver-white.
He has not done his eyebrows or stubble, with the result that it sort of clashes.
occhiolino
"It might work better if you'd done your eyebrows. And your beard. But probably still not as well as having them black."
the-final-accounting
Leareth laughs. "I was being lazy. Anyway, I think white eyebrows would be terrible - they would be invisible!"
no-laid-course
The rest of the day passes uneventfully, and that night they find themselves back in the dreamscape.
Vanyel stands unmoving at the mouth of the pass for a few seconds. "Leareth," he says finally, and starts walking.
occhiolino
"Does this usually happen two nights in a row?" Belrun wonders when she's caught up to within conversational distance.
the-final-accounting
"No," Leareth says, also looking confused. "It has rarely been less than a week."
no-laid-course
"What? Yes, fine. Er, Leareth said last time that there were more things to talk about today?"
occhiolino
"Yeah, but since it's only been a day it'd make sense if you hadn't caught your Companion up yet due to, I don't know what you do all day but that."