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text IM SORRY SHE DOESN'T KNOW; @aa

[livingdeadgirl]

hi Kieran it's Ami
I think we may have to put our fishing lessons on hold unfortunately
something really gross is going on at the pond :(

[ and attached: a photo of the gross, algae-infested pond, taken from what she really hopes is a safe distance. ]

@mage | video

[braidmage]

[ Reynir is still getting the hang of how to get himself on-screen for sending video messages, and his ability to do so right now is somewhat compromised by the fussy, bleating, day-old lamb that he is holding in his arms. It's managing to wriggle around quite a lot even wrapped up in a blanket, and so the video isn't exactly the steadiest. ]

Kieran! Hello! This is Reynir. Do you remember me?

[ He sort of assumes Kieran doesn't but just goes on: ]

You're helping with the ranch and I was wondering if you have any animals for milking, because this little guy just showed up and he's- oof!

[ The lamb had butted it's face against Reynir's chin, interrupting him. ]

-he's really hungry, and I don't know if the stuff in the mess hall is gonna cut it.

[ Sure there is 'milk' there but most of it is either powdered or some weird low-fat nonsense and this is just a baby, it needs nutrients and fats and Reynir knows it isn't old enough to eat anything else, yet. ]

@mage | audio

[braidmage]

Hello!

[ It's been a few days since Kieran was attacked, but guess who doesn't know anything about that? Reynir! Which is probably why his lilting accented voice over the device is so cheerful and bubbly as he asks: ]

Can I swing by the barn in a few hours and pick up a little bit of hay for Anne? I'm making him a little pen to play around in, in my room, and I want him to get used to the feeling of it so he won't mind so much later on when he is staying at the barn more long-term.

[ Reynir doesn't think it will be any kind of problem he's just checking whether or not Kieran will be around at that time of day... ]

[audio; un: bearly.bewitched]

[birdical]

Hello, Kieran.

[Her voice might be soft, but her accent is as heavy and unmistakable as ever. She's working on the volume one needs to speak when talking on the phone, so forgive her if it's all over the place.]

I have learned to make personal calls, and thought I would make one to you. Are you better?

[audio; un: longinmouth]

[abheirrant]

[Though he strongly considers visiting Kieran in the Medbay, Carlisle decides he'd rather call instead, thinking that just dropping in while the man is being cared for -- and still blind -- may frighten him more rather than assuaging in any way his concerns over how temporary his blindness may be. Frankly, Carlisle couldn't blame him if he was. He clears his throat before he begins speaking.]

Mister Kieran, my name is Carlisle Longinmouth. I don't know if you remember me, given we met under, um. Extenuating circumstances.

[To say the very, very least.]