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[laminae]

[There's just a bunch of hissing and chirping. It's probably Fern's inbox? Maybe leave a message?]

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[laminae]

huh

[He's suddenly realizing he's never actually asked Varian about this before.]

when DID you get into alchemy anyways?

[droptheious]

Oh. Well, there was already a lab in the house growing up. It was my mom's.

I guess it was nice to be in a place that was hers? It wasn't the same as being able to meet her or know her, but it still felt like being... close to her? I guess? It's hard to explain. And I turned out to really like it, so...that's something.

[laminae]

oh
sorry

[He didn't think the question would lead to dead mom.]

that's
really cool though
you get to know a little bit about her by doing something she liked

[droptheious]

It's okay, don't worry about it. You didn't know.

[A lot of Varian's life leads to dead mom or dad trauma, it's easy to stumble into it. ]

Yeah, exactly! Dad never talks about her so it was a way I could connect to her. I guess it feels nice to know I have something in common with her?

[laminae]

still....

[He feels bad for bringing her up, even if it wasn't deliberate.]

like me using crossbows
that was mom's favourite weapon

[droptheious]

Seriously, Fern, don't worry about it.

Yeah, exactly like that. I don't have any memories of her to fall back on, so I have...this. And I'm sure I would have found it on my own...probably, but it's just. Nice.

[laminae]

ok
if you say so

it's
nice to hear that