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Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

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[Oh...she got cut. Well. At least she's not screaming so he knows she's not a demon! Yay.]

It's...sorta a long story. [He glances around at the crowds around him] One I'm not so sure I wanna share where people can hear.

[Don't hurt yourself with your concern, Kaneis. Really though she's fine, giving a nod as she looks around as well.]

We can go somewhere more private if you'd like, then.

[There's a pause as he considers. His first impulse is to say no. The less people who knew his little secret, the better. He remembers all too well what happened in Exsilium- how many people lost their lives because he hadn't been careful enough. How so many of the other transports couldn't look at him the same.]

[But...maybe the fact that Jove's an elf that stops him. The fact she's admitted to dealing with discrimination because of that. And unlike him, she couldn't just hide away what she was. Nor did she ever tried- unlike him. What room did he have to talk?]

I-

...Alright. How about the forest? I've...heard good things about it.

[She can see he's struggling with it, maybe hadn't expected her to offer to listen him to him, and the longer his pause goes the more she's getting ready to withdraw the offer. She hadn't meant to put him on the spot, after all.

But once he agrees, she finds she's glad. She still doesn't know much about him and this seems like a perfect chance to change that.]

You won't hear me complain about walks in the forest, don't worry. I know where there's a nice clearing by a stream if you'd like to see it.

[He relaxes a little, a bit relieved. Right. He can do this. He gives a little nod]

Sure. I'd like that.

[Whatever this is, it's going to be big and Jove feels that inevitable thing that always happens when her friends get to the point where they want to trust her with something. A swell of pride that she's gotten into their good graces, that they would trust her, but always that underlying spike of fear for them. Is it something bad? Has he suffered? Can she help?

Her heart is too big, makes too much room for so many people, but that's always been the truth. Gently she puts a hand on his elbow, prompting him to follow her as she starts toward the treeline.]

It won't take us long to get there, but there's hardly ever anyone else in the woods. No one will be able to overhear you.

[Sorry Jove, dem are the brakes when you're the main protagonist of a relationship based game.]

Sounds good. I'll follow your lead.

[The less people to overhear him, the better, he feels. Honestly, his nerves are scratching at his insides, so he's not sure what else to say for now. Ugh, he just hopes this wasn't a bad idea. Trying to be honest is hard man]

[She'll let him get it out on his own terms, letting her hand fall away once they're on their way. It's a nice day, pleasantly warm with only a few clouds in the sky, and true to her word the sounds of the market fade and disappear completely after they've been walking for only a few minutes.]

[It was true to her words. The woods and clearing were nice. His own ears could still hear a tiny bit of sound from the market- but he knows, there's no way a human could hear from that distance. They were alone. He lets out a little breath]

This is nice...

[Right. The topic at hand]

Anyway...I think there's something I should clear up first. Our last conversations...when we were talking about humans and elves? I...may have misled you a little.

I was raised around humans, but I... [he trails off, rubbing his neck. This is an difficult thing to voice. He finally gives a sigh and owns up-]

The feather's are mine.

[She smiles at him to encourage him to continue, but she does have one thing to add.]

I have a friend with horns, you know. He's a Qunari, we have more races than just elves and dwarves and humans in my world. Extra parts aren't that strange, all things considered.

[She doesn't see his feathers, though, so...]

But something tells me this is a little bigger than that.

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