abidan[ Emery's looking much better than he did the last time he tried a video message. His eyes are bright and healthy and he seems to have regained most of his bounce, and that's after helping Aeron deal with the fallout of the Sage attack. He'll say it's to do with the summer sun — he's been rolling around in vitamin D — but in truth it's more to do with having finally learned how to master his gift. ]
Look, the weather's gorgeous today— [ He turns his netbook to get a shot of the view from his bedroom window: there's a burst of bright white lens flare that soon focuses itself properly, showing a blue, cloudless sky and a few birds wheeling around in arcs. Emery's quite excited about it all, so much so that his accent seems thicker, running into Welsh; ] So I'm thinking about taking my stuff to the park.
[ Ah right. The "stuff". The whole reason behind this message. ]
That's what I wanted to ask you about, actually. My café always gets involved with the PatchWorld Festival, which is in a couple of weeks, and this time I'm thinking about doing a sort of ... sister stall? By myself. [ Have a private smile, wry around the edges. ] I thought it might be a nice distraction.
[ Horror is good for his creativity, okay. ]
But I need to know what'll sell! Should I be knitting colourful tea cozies or ... I don't know, making fancy clay tea-light holders? I could paint them, too.
[ Emery smiles, then sets his laptop down on his bed before crouching to rummage around under the bed. The last thing you'll see before the feed cuts is the messy mop of his hair; ]
Let me know what you think?