mingle a little Mor tonight

[catamite]

Who: Everyone!
Broadcast: Sure!
Action: The wonderful world of Mor, nearby way-stations, and ships!
When: The first week or so of arrival

[this is it-- Atroma's surprise vacation stay for you all! it's time to explore, speculate, relax, and totally behave yourselves. right?

how are you all dealing with the ever-so-educational volcano? have you played around with the visual toggle on those collars yet? aren't they cool? aren't these peasant clothes rad? if you haven't had a decent meal since Abeo, maybe you could afford some of that authentic farm-raised meat they have here. historical!

I bet you're all excited and completely thrilled to be here! who wouldn't be? ...so, make some discoveries, make some friends, and have fun!]

Comments

[amarant]

[ That sounds kind of impressive. A little cheesy, but impressive. ]

What a name to bear... and you have temples, and statues. It must sometimes feel a bit much, hm.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...A bit much, yes. And the whole thing became very complicated...

[glancing back up at the statues...]

I'll explain one day, but for now, the short story is that most people think I'm long dead. A thing of legends. They don't really need me around to worship what I stood for... So it's a very bizarre experience, to be the center of something you were hardly involved in.

[amarant]

I can only imagine what that's like...

[ But it feels like it makes a lot make sense. ]

Is it nice, to be among those who know you're alive?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Mm... I don't know.

[he shrugs. it's still very complicated.]

A lot of people know that Robin is alive. That's not bad. Very few people know that Riem is alive and walking, and those who do... It doesn't always sit well with me.

[...after a moment, he laughs, awkwardly scratching at the back of his head.]

It's a bizarre life, little Owlet.

[amarant]

[ Owlet? Is that supposed to be her? It's not a bad name, certainly. ]

Now I know, too. But that's okay with you?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

You're like me. We're very equal people, I think... So I don't mind.

[he really does remind her of one of her sisters... or maybe a brother.]

[amarant]

We've both had our secrets, and our long lives...hiding things, and losing things. It feels we're only alike in ways that hurt.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

...Is there anything that doesn't hurt?

[it's an honest question that shouldn't have been so easy to ask.]

[amarant]

Very rarely. Or it finds a way to hurt later.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[it shouldn't, but it makes him smile.]

Then maybe there's no one better to know me.

[amarant]

Maybe you're right.

[ It's a bit of a sad smile, here. ]