[ kaveh looks. there is a common misconception that between alhaitham and kaveh that alhaitham is the pickier one. in truth, it's kaveh. picky is the right way about it - high-maintenance or fussy is another way to describe it. kaveh knows that about himself. after all, kaveh is the one who gets invited to the theatre and reads the script ahead of time, along with a biography of the writer and, if possible, a history of the play's performances, then has an opinion on how the lead actor delivered certain lines. kaveh is the one who learns that the local museum is doing an exhibition on liyuen lacquerware and wants to have a discussion around the fact that it was structured primarily around time period and then around schools of artistic thought instead of the other way around. he goes to the orchestra and appreciates the conductor's emphasis on a certain harmonic phrasing, the mathematical beauty of certain sound vibrations combining with an artistic vision; he eats at a fine dining restaurant and wants to do everything in the correct order, with the correct utensils.
all of this, of course, is lovingly wrapped in the fact that Kaveh has a simple and overbearing adoration for everything and anything that involves creation. the way ghost is taking her time with his dish gives him the impression, he thinks, that she is walking through the experience of it. a single, perfect bite on the tip of her tongue, an experience packaged and to be unpacked in careful, well-timed stages. all of a sudden, kaveh wants to know her opinion on what she thinks about the dish.
instead, what he says: ]
Netzach is a gentle soul. What's remarkable about him is that he hadn't been given a lot of reason to be gentle, or kind, but he has chosen to be regardless. [ kaveh spoons into his own meal. he adjusts a good ratio of rice to stew and takes a bite of it. it's good, but he wouldn't serve something that didn't bring out the best of the ingredients, in a way that suited the dish being prepared. ] His story isn't mine to tell, really. But you've told a part of it yourself. He painted for you a picture of your dragon. That has become a part of his story, and knowing Netzach, it likely meant a lot to him, that he had the opportunity to do so for you.
In a way, you can say it was like finding the shoe that fits. You were either the shoe, or the cobbler who made that shoe. But in another way of thinking, didn't an artist named Netzach happen to you?
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all of this, of course, is lovingly wrapped in the fact that Kaveh has a simple and overbearing adoration for everything and anything that involves creation. the way ghost is taking her time with his dish gives him the impression, he thinks, that she is walking through the experience of it. a single, perfect bite on the tip of her tongue, an experience packaged and to be unpacked in careful, well-timed stages. all of a sudden, kaveh wants to know her opinion on what she thinks about the dish.
instead, what he says: ]
Netzach is a gentle soul. What's remarkable about him is that he hadn't been given a lot of reason to be gentle, or kind, but he has chosen to be regardless. [ kaveh spoons into his own meal. he adjusts a good ratio of rice to stew and takes a bite of it. it's good, but he wouldn't serve something that didn't bring out the best of the ingredients, in a way that suited the dish being prepared. ] His story isn't mine to tell, really. But you've told a part of it yourself. He painted for you a picture of your dragon. That has become a part of his story, and knowing Netzach, it likely meant a lot to him, that he had the opportunity to do so for you.
In a way, you can say it was like finding the shoe that fits. You were either the shoe, or the cobbler who made that shoe. But in another way of thinking, didn't an artist named Netzach happen to you?