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March catch-all

WHO: Berkut and various
WHERE: General store, harbor
WHEN: Throughout March
WHAT: Catch-all
WARNINGS: N/A

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[Berkut combs through the shelves of the general store, which isn't nearly as bizarre as it sounds, considering Chroma's generally olden setting. He's just found what he's been looking for—an old bottle of white vinegar—when he takes notice of another presence.]

Oh, it's you.

[Appearing much better than the last time he saw her, no doubt.]

[ She is a.) no longer feverish and b.) no longer viewing him as her mother, so really, they're off to a much better start. Kisa, however, seems to shrink down a little when he addresses her, because while it's still somewhat hazy, she remembers enough to additionally know that he'd turned her into a tiger and she'd called him "Mom".

Hm. ]

H-hello.

[ Mousy as ever, but certainly able to stand on her own two feet. That's good enough for him. ]

You seem to have recovered since our last encounter. Was your ailment a curse?

It... was. I don't really understand it, but the thorns... were causing it for a lot of people.

... I'm sorry, for giving you trouble.

[ He kind of went through a lot. ]

[ Seemingly not feeling the same way, he turns to face Kisa. It's proper, not to mention the way out of the store. ]

Your apology is unnecessary. That curse was not your doing.

... Does that mean you're not mad?

[ Oh. ]

What reason do I have to be mad after what I've just told you?

... [ Well, that's fair. So she doesn't actually answer that, instead pondering-- ]

Um. What were you doing here?

I came to look for this.

[ He holds up the bottle. ]

Boiled white vinegar is useful for polishing armor and other things.

...? Were you polishing armor?

[ Well, if nothing else, she's learned something new. ]

. . . No. Not today. This is for something else.

Something else?

[ She says this very, very tentatively. You know. Just in case. ]

[ There's a beat before he moves in her direction, because he does have to leave at some point. It would look pitiful to avoid answering, so he gives her a curt reply. ]

A ring.

[ She'll at least move aside to let him pass, head tilted inquisitively. ]

Do you have to wash the ring in vinegar to polish it...?

[ Something like that. He stops once he’s at Kisa’s side to give her a sideways glance. ]

Does this interest you?

U-um, a little... I don't have any rings, but it sounds like something important to know if I ever do.

[ He hums shortly. ]

Come, then. Follow me and I'll show you how it is done.

O-oh... okay!!

[ Well, if he says it's fine, then Kisa will eagerly trot after him. ]

[ It's fine, because Kisa hasn't done anything to earn his ire. Renne can go, though.

He takes her to his assigned house in Ruga, where his armored horse greets them with a perfunctory snort outside. They don't go inside (Renne might be there). Berkut has all that he needs to get started—the bottle of white vinegar, a bucket of water, and some cloth—so he sits them down by the steps and, with some hesitation, procures an engraved ring that's too small to actually be his. ]

This is all we will need. You may watch and learn from there.

[ Kisa nods, blinking with more than a little intrigue at the ring (is that for someone else then, she wonders) as she settles down beside him and maintains a close eye on what he's doing.

He'll find she's very silently attentive, at least. ]

[ It's a simple and self-explanatory process (if time-consuming for how long he spends on it), so Berkut plays the part of the silent teacher. After warming the white vinegar, he takes a cloth to the ring and cleans diligently. The water follows on another damp cloth to scrub off the solution, and he doesn't miss a single detail. He's evidently done this many a time in the past. ]

... How often... do you have to polish it?

[ He's clearly an expert, but she hasn't seen him wearing any rings. ]

That varies. I do it once a month. It would be more frequent if the ring were to be worn every day.

[ But, as Kisa has observed, he doesn't wear any. He just carries the one around. ]

... Does it belong to someone else, then?

It was my mother's.

	
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