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[ And here it is! The address that Ernesto is giving her! Which is... whatever it is, and is mostly being typed this way so I don't have to make one up, or force Yuul to do it.
The question throws him off though. ]
Hm? I enjoy some. I can't say if Mr. Dokja does or not though.
[ Since Himeka is paying him a visit, he would assume that question would be more relevant regarding Dokja's taste, right...? ]
The question throws him off though. ]
Hm? I enjoy some. I can't say if Mr. Dokja does or not though.
[ Since Himeka is paying him a visit, he would assume that question would be more relevant regarding Dokja's taste, right...? ]
[ She will tuck that away somewhere. And by that I mean she will probably misremember the details but do her best! ]
I'm asking about you, not Dokja.
[ Obviously! ]
I'm making some for Abel, but if you'd like I could bring some for you too.
I'm asking about you, not Dokja.
[ Obviously! ]
I'm making some for Abel, but if you'd like I could bring some for you too.
[ Oh...? Well that takes him by surprise. He'd been so focused on trying to put on the fires caused by the Kenoma's visiting that this kind of jars him for a second, and he actually takes a few seconds to reply.
Though when he finally does the surprised confusion is slowly replaced by amusement. ]
I wouldn't say no if it wasn't too out of your way.
Though when he finally does the surprised confusion is slowly replaced by amusement. ]
I wouldn't say no if it wasn't too out of your way.
Not at all! I'll be stopping by with the next "shipment" anyway, so you can't hide from me for long.
[ Dokja may be another story, but...that's for her to deal with. ]
Any preferences? I'm making some attempts at puff pastries with jam filling right now.
[ Dokja may be another story, but...that's for her to deal with. ]
Any preferences? I'm making some attempts at puff pastries with jam filling right now.
Hide from you? Miss Himeka, I would never.
[ Though he'll certainly be busier lately than he has been since coming back from Venera, so he might be harder to find than usual. ]
I'm not a picky eater, and honestly those sound pretty good to me.
[ Though he'll certainly be busier lately than he has been since coming back from Venera, so he might be harder to find than usual. ]
I'm not a picky eater, and honestly those sound pretty good to me.
Great! I'll make a few extra, then. I hope you're a fan of whales. Abel got really excited about them so I wanted to see if I could make them look a bit like his favorite animal.
[ That is not what Abel got excited about. Ah well. ]
[ That is not what Abel got excited about. Ah well. ]
[ Honestly though? Ernesto could completely believe Abel would get excited for whales though. Not quite as excited as he'd probably get at the prospect of food in general, regardless of what animal it was shaped like. ]
A fan?
[ He laughs, not sure how to response to that, but... ]
Not sure about that, but I'd say I'm pro-whale overall.
A fan?
[ He laughs, not sure how to response to that, but... ]
Not sure about that, but I'd say I'm pro-whale overall.
Hey!
[ The voice is familiar, if Himeka chooses to let it in. Its psychic slurring, liquor-soaked and pleasantly thoughtless, maybe slightly less so. ]
Himeka ... are you okay? You're alive?
[ The voice is familiar, if Himeka chooses to let it in. Its psychic slurring, liquor-soaked and pleasantly thoughtless, maybe slightly less so. ]
Himeka ... are you okay? You're alive?
[ Yes, surprisingly enough. A big fan. He got all flustered and everything. ]
Well maybe this will change your mind once you taste them. I'll expect your full and honest opinion, of course.
Well maybe this will change your mind once you taste them. I'll expect your full and honest opinion, of course.
[ Now this is unexpected... Not all of her interactions with the Kenoma in Achamoth were unpleasant and Matt's would certainly fall in that category, but she still wouldn't have anticipated him reaching out. Let alone with such...excitement?
But oh, she knows that heady feeling, having been at the bottom of the bottle plenty of times herself. When she finally takes her shard out to receive the communion it becomes quite clear:
He's sloshed. ]
I'm alive, yes. [ "Okay", she's working on. ] You are...having a good time, hm?
But oh, she knows that heady feeling, having been at the bottom of the bottle plenty of times herself. When she finally takes her shard out to receive the communion it becomes quite clear:
He's sloshed. ]
I'm alive, yes. [ "Okay", she's working on. ] You are...having a good time, hm?
[ Eventually, Dextera will show up to give Himeka... a letter! Dextera is very kindly playing postman and middleman after a chance encounter in Achamoth. On the outside of the envelope, the return address is simply to a "Marthe" in Venera. If she's so inclined to check further out of a sense of paranoia (completely fair), it is indeed a very normal, unmagical letter. No conniving on that level here, thankfully.
The handwriting on the letter is very neat and calligraphy-like, clearly written with a sense of care for appearance behind it. ]
Dear Ms. Himeka,
I write to you today in greeting, for we do not know each other. I am one of the Aions that had recently arrived in Horos, though as you may guess, one of the Kenoma. As such, may I first say that I sincerely understand should you refuse this correspondence. I know little of what you and Mr. Nightroad had endured, but the conclusion-to-be that I witnessed said much. If this letter causes you undue pain or suffering, then I shall not begrudge it in the slightest should you wish to stop reading here.
Should you continue though, allow me to say that I would have very much liked to have come speak with you in person, had it been allowed. I cannot guess at why this was a difficulty with any certainty, but I suppose it matters little. The fact remains that I wish to understand the Pleroma. It is a strange thing to find yourself here in Horos in the first place, much less to be conscripted in a war whose stakes may be clear, but whose players are not. Clearly, much had transpired well before my arrival. And also clearly, these events have created a bitter hostility. It is something I cannot begrudge, for I do not know what suffering the people here have faced, but its intensity is a strange thing when you do not share it.
As you were rescued, I happened upon Mr. Dextera, and we spoke of these things, if briefly. (I must extend my thanks to him as well for delivering you this letter, as quite reasonably, there are concerns about reaching out to you otherwise.) It was something that gave me hope that perhaps reaching out may be worth the effort. I admit, I have my own reasons for having chosen the Kenoma’s path, but I also do not believe that it is one that must be pursued through bloodshed and hatred. If we were able to pause for a moment upon a battlefield to exchange words and the promise of exchanging letters, it is something that makes me think such differences are not irreconcilable, no matter how foolish that may be.
I hope this letter finds you recovering and amongst dear friends. If you would give me the kindness of consideration to write back, then please send your reply to Venera.
Sincerely,
Marthe
P.S.,
As I would completely understand if these letters were examined together, please do pardon me for this letter quite closely resembling Mr. Nightroad’s. As we are strangers, this is but a letter of acquaintance, and so I simply chose to write the same thing.
The handwriting on the letter is very neat and calligraphy-like, clearly written with a sense of care for appearance behind it. ]
Dear Ms. Himeka,
I write to you today in greeting, for we do not know each other. I am one of the Aions that had recently arrived in Horos, though as you may guess, one of the Kenoma. As such, may I first say that I sincerely understand should you refuse this correspondence. I know little of what you and Mr. Nightroad had endured, but the conclusion-to-be that I witnessed said much. If this letter causes you undue pain or suffering, then I shall not begrudge it in the slightest should you wish to stop reading here.
Should you continue though, allow me to say that I would have very much liked to have come speak with you in person, had it been allowed. I cannot guess at why this was a difficulty with any certainty, but I suppose it matters little. The fact remains that I wish to understand the Pleroma. It is a strange thing to find yourself here in Horos in the first place, much less to be conscripted in a war whose stakes may be clear, but whose players are not. Clearly, much had transpired well before my arrival. And also clearly, these events have created a bitter hostility. It is something I cannot begrudge, for I do not know what suffering the people here have faced, but its intensity is a strange thing when you do not share it.
As you were rescued, I happened upon Mr. Dextera, and we spoke of these things, if briefly. (I must extend my thanks to him as well for delivering you this letter, as quite reasonably, there are concerns about reaching out to you otherwise.) It was something that gave me hope that perhaps reaching out may be worth the effort. I admit, I have my own reasons for having chosen the Kenoma’s path, but I also do not believe that it is one that must be pursued through bloodshed and hatred. If we were able to pause for a moment upon a battlefield to exchange words and the promise of exchanging letters, it is something that makes me think such differences are not irreconcilable, no matter how foolish that may be.
I hope this letter finds you recovering and amongst dear friends. If you would give me the kindness of consideration to write back, then please send your reply to Venera.
Sincerely,
Marthe
P.S.,
As I would completely understand if these letters were examined together, please do pardon me for this letter quite closely resembling Mr. Nightroad’s. As we are strangers, this is but a letter of acquaintance, and so I simply chose to write the same thing.
Dear Marthe,
Thank you for reaching out! Time post-hatching can be very difficult, confusing, and sticky, so it's nice of you to think of us. I won't pretend that Abel and I enjoyed our time much in Achamoth, but it did allow us some time to speak with other Aions. I think that's true for the both of us that we want to continue to do so.
I also want to understand the Kenoma so it seems like our goals are aligned. It will probably be a while before I'd like to meet in person though, if that's understandable. Maybe once we get to know each other a little more we can see where things go.
Do you mind telling me why you chose the Kenoma? And has your thoughts on it changed at all since you arrived?
Also, it would be nice to know what you look like. I've added a box below where you can draw a self-portrait. Nothing too fancy, just to give me an idea, you know? I can start to show you what I mean.
Looking forward to your reply,
水 緋芽華
P.S. I won't take it personally this time.
Thank you for reaching out! Time post-hatching can be very difficult, confusing, and sticky, so it's nice of you to think of us. I won't pretend that Abel and I enjoyed our time much in Achamoth, but it did allow us some time to speak with other Aions. I think that's true for the both of us that we want to continue to do so.
I also want to understand the Kenoma so it seems like our goals are aligned. It will probably be a while before I'd like to meet in person though, if that's understandable. Maybe once we get to know each other a little more we can see where things go.
Do you mind telling me why you chose the Kenoma? And has your thoughts on it changed at all since you arrived?
Also, it would be nice to know what you look like. I've added a box below where you can draw a self-portrait. Nothing too fancy, just to give me an idea, you know? I can start to show you what I mean.
Looking forward to your reply,
水 緋芽華
P.S. I won't take it personally this time.
I'm drinking, [ Matt answers pleasantly. Is that agreement or a correction? It's hard to tell. ] It's like medicine, except it actually feels good on the way down.
[ That's what a guy adjusting to limb loss has to do in a world without NSAIDS. To say nothing of the moral dissonance that comes from meeting this place's demands. ]
[ That's what a guy adjusting to limb loss has to do in a world without NSAIDS. To say nothing of the moral dissonance that comes from meeting this place's demands. ]
[ Abel sure seems to get flustered about some interesting things, doesn’t he? ]
I’ll make sure not to mince my words—
[ This is a lie in and of itself. ]
And tell you exactly what I think of them.
[ It’s fortunate she’s a good cook and he won’t actually have to lie in the end. ]
I’ll make sure not to mince my words—
[ This is a lie in and of itself. ]
And tell you exactly what I think of them.
[ It’s fortunate she’s a good cook and he won’t actually have to lie in the end. ]
[ Kaeya doesn't know how long he's spent waffling over this. A few days have passed since the Pleroma raided Achamoth in order to rescue Himeka and Abel from the Kenoma's clutches, and while they were successful in doing so, it wasn't a victory that came for free. He's not even sure if there's anything he can share regarding Estinien's fate so if it comes up, he knows he has to dodge it, even if that option doesn't make him feel all that great either.
At least no one else has to witness the way he's pacing in his own room. Back and forth, back and forth, as if he really can't make up his mind whether or not this is a good idea. A part of him already knows he doesn't deserve to, but he can't help but want to know how Himeka is doing anyway. It's hard to say if she feels any differently towards him after their last encounter, and he'd made the effort to stay far away from the pyres during that fateful day too.
Here goes nothing, anyway. With his shard held loosely in his palm, he closes his eyes and reaches out to her — hesitant and melancholic. The wintery frost of his mindscape can't hide either of that. ]
Himeka. You don't have to reply, but — [ He pauses, considering his next words carefully. ] If you can at least give me a sign that you're safe, then that's good enough for me.
[ Safe, not alright, because he knows she might not be alright. Not while Estinien is here and not there with her. ]
At least no one else has to witness the way he's pacing in his own room. Back and forth, back and forth, as if he really can't make up his mind whether or not this is a good idea. A part of him already knows he doesn't deserve to, but he can't help but want to know how Himeka is doing anyway. It's hard to say if she feels any differently towards him after their last encounter, and he'd made the effort to stay far away from the pyres during that fateful day too.
Here goes nothing, anyway. With his shard held loosely in his palm, he closes his eyes and reaches out to her — hesitant and melancholic. The wintery frost of his mindscape can't hide either of that. ]
Himeka. You don't have to reply, but — [ He pauses, considering his next words carefully. ] If you can at least give me a sign that you're safe, then that's good enough for me.
[ Safe, not alright, because he knows she might not be alright. Not while Estinien is here and not there with her. ]
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