[It's teasing; Pepper knows they do age, just very slowly. When Erskine steps out, she looks the loom over more closely. His work is neat, even if it's simple. The loom itself is lovely. Pepper has never seen one this size before, and it has some kind of writing on it that she can't decipher, but if she had to guess based on the script and Erskine's heritage, it's probably some kind of Irish language. What was it called? Gaelic? She'd heard Skul talk about it, and speak it once or twice.
She runs her fingers along the writing. Something secret, something personal must be written there. Something only Erskine and probably the other Dead Men could read. Pepper of course wants to know what it says, but one thing at a time. The redhead straightens when Erskine returns.]
This is really beautiful. How come you stopped weaving before?
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[It's teasing; Pepper knows they do age, just very slowly. When Erskine steps out, she looks the loom over more closely. His work is neat, even if it's simple. The loom itself is lovely. Pepper has never seen one this size before, and it has some kind of writing on it that she can't decipher, but if she had to guess based on the script and Erskine's heritage, it's probably some kind of Irish language. What was it called? Gaelic? She'd heard Skul talk about it, and speak it once or twice.
She runs her fingers along the writing. Something secret, something personal must be written there. Something only Erskine and probably the other Dead Men could read. Pepper of course wants to know what it says, but one thing at a time. The redhead straightens when Erskine returns.]
This is really beautiful. How come you stopped weaving before?