[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

[passingthrough]

As a primary adjective to describe me? ...Kind of, yes.

[precedented]

What would you say instead?

[passingthrough]

Opinionated? Smart? Menacing? I don't know.

[precedented]

[ He raises an eyebrow. ]

Menacing?

[passingthrough]

Grr? [She shrugs her shoulder.] Just because I never tried to menace you doesn't mean I can't be menacing.

[precedented]

I have a hard time picturing it.

[passingthrough]

Coming from a guy who looks at people's timelines that's probably pretty damning evidence to the contrary then. Or maybe you're just frustratingly difficult to menace.

[precedented]

Or both. Both is always a possibility as well.

[passingthrough]

I'll accept both. [She laughs lightly and moves a chess piece.] I guess I'm not the best at describing myself.

[precedented]

To be fair, it's a difficult thing to do. It involves a lot of . . . navel-gazing, I believe is the term of the 20th century. They don't use wool-gathering any more, do they?

[ Language is hard. ]

It's easier to ask someone else than to look inward.

[passingthrough]

I don't really use either, but I think I know what you mean.

So, you think maybe I should accept my fate as someone who is kind?

[precedented]

You might as well. You do not want me to compile a case.

[passingthrough]

That's true. Being walked through my kind acts sounds brutal.

[precedented]

It takes a lot of effort traversing that much time as it is.

[passingthrough]

You make me sound old. [Or like she has a future.] You ask a guy over to warn him about someone and play some chess and the next thing you know you're a kindly old lady handing out hard candy and talking about how it was back in my day.

[precedented]

I am very old to begin with.

[ Old when he was born no less. Nothing like remembering entire lives and histories to remove you from your own childhood. ]

But really, I'm making it sound like you have those possibilities in you and it's hard to remember when you think of yourself and your home.

[passingthrough]

You make it sound like you were born old. [If only she read brackets. But mostly she just likes the thought of talking about him better than talking about herself.]

[precedented]

I was. The term for it is known as pre-born.

[passingthrough]

Were you...not baby sized?

[precedented]

Oh, I was. But mentally I wasn't. Everything there was to know about anything was already there.

[ Leto often wonders about the existence of his "self". After all, that flood of memories and past lives would have ripped apart any original self that would have resided there. He was a patchwork quilt, borrowing from many people. There was nothing there that was truly Leto. ]

[passingthrough]

You had all that before you were even physically able to communicate?

[precedented]

Yes.

[ He tilts his head. ] Hence my strange social development.

[passingthrough]

It sounds frustrating and lonely.

[precedented]

It is what it is.

[passingthrough]

Meaning you've made peace with it?