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Entry tags:
- !event,
- *npc: cyrus,
- arcane: silco,
- arcane: vander,
- black butler: sebastian michaelis,
- ennead: set,
- expanse (the): amos burton,
- final fantasy xiv: cid garlond,
- final fantasy xiv: emet-selch,
- final fantasy xiv: hythlodaeus,
- genshin impact: kaeya alberich,
- granblue fantasy: eustace,
- mortal kombat 11: shang tsung,
- oc: liem talbott,
- orv: sooyoung han,
- persona 5 strikers: sophia,
- tiger & bunny: barnaby brooks jr.,
- until death do us part: mamoru hijikata
TDM + GAME OPENING đ
Who: Shard-Bearers, new and old
What: Seeds take root
Where: The Tree of Life, Highstorm, Springstar
When: October 14th and onwards
Warnings: Potential for (mild) body horror, death, dismemberment
Welcome to Kenos! As a reminder, all players are required to fill out an application, which are now open. This does include characters/players from Aion Teleos, so please donât forget to fill one out! Any character/player that does not submit an application will be swept from the communities and the Discord after applications close.
Activity Check is optional this month, but is highly recommend so Christy can check her fancy program so that you can earn Activity Reward Tokens! Activity will be able to be submitted shortly after applications close. You can find more about how we do AC here.
This log is Game Canon. Any characters who are not apped to the game will disappear. If Cyrus or Yima are asked, theyâll explain that this happens sometimes, since not every soul has a strong tether to Kenos and sometimes return to the Timestream. Theyâre fine and may even return to Kenos one day, but for now werenât able to make the full journey.
As a reminder, your character has a Shard somewhere on their body that encompasses their soul, so keep note of where you're sticking it on their person for reference! Additionally, they have a tattoo of their Aspect somewhere on their body. Please be mindful this Aspect will be assigned to you upon approval and whatever you choose for the TDM may be temporary (for new characters)!
For the Highstorm and Springstar prompts, both cities will be fully open and accessible to all characters once they are saved from their rather harrowing ordeal at the Tree of Life. For prompt ideas and any general information about the cities and what you can find there, please see the Navigation page and check out the locations!
New players are welcome to join our Discord Server if you haven't already!
When they emerge from their cocoon/the ground, characters may be wearing their normal clothes, or they might be nude. Up to you!
At some point in the days after leaving the Tree of Life, new Shard-Bearers will have a dream, even if they're usually not capable of sleeping. All new players should read this post, since this details how they'll learn about both factions and their goals and should help them make a decision in which Faction they'd be drawn to.
New characters will not have access to any canon abilities on the TDM.
Your character will be offered temporary housing either at the Heliopolis district or Yima's manor for the first few weeks after their arrival. They will also be given a stipend for basic supplies like clothing and personal effects, and food is served in the cantina (Heliopolis) and at regular meal times in the Dining Room (Yima's manor). Once they Harmonize, they will get personal permanent chambers and a fancy retainer in their Faction's city. Wow! đ
Characters may be Harmonized to their Faction (if that makes sense for the character, of course!) by the time of this log. This is more for IC reference, and just wait until application acceptance to do the OOC paperwork!
General reminder that your character won't have access to their powers until they have Harmonized.
CODING
What: Seeds take root
Where: The Tree of Life, Highstorm, Springstar
When: October 14th and onwards
Warnings: Potential for (mild) body horror, death, dismemberment
I. BEARING FRUIT (new characters only)
It starts out as a pleasant dream. Youâre in your favorite place, with your favorite people. Itâs a moment of idyllic comfort.
And then, it goes wrong.
The sky turns dark above, and as you look up, you see the black expanse of space spotted with faraway pinprick lights of stars. Yet, theyâre not stars. Youâre certain. Theyâre watching you. A billion eyes all looking down, and they spill forth as if sky itself was a dam holding back those dark waters. You reach back to the people youâre with, but theyâre frozen in place. Their eyes are black, reflecting only the expanse of dark eyes.
So you run, even though you know you wonât escape it. You glance back and see it not overtaking, but consuming. The landscape around you is being devoured, and you can see it cracking apart. The world itself is breaking, and it cracks under your feet. You fall, and the billion eyes chase after you until the darkness swallows you whole. Thereâs agony as if youâre being ripped apart, and then—
You cannot see. You cannot feel. You simply are. Yet even so, impossibly, a womanâs voice speaks gently.
Iâm sorry it couldnât be saved. But, come, itâs time to wake.
You wake with a start, cradled by soft, velvety plants, and sticky with a sap that smells faintly of honey and iron. You can see the veins of the leaves that hold you, lit warmly and gently by what looks like a crystal embedded above you. Yet, itâs odd, because that crystal calls to you. When you reach out to touch it, itâs warm. Familiar. Important. You donât know why, but you know you must hold onto this, because now it feels wrong for it to be suspended in these leaves. So, you pull it out.
The light starts to fade, but only in time to see as the leaves cradling you immediately start to soften and crumble, and with it comes a torrent of dirt. Soft, loamy soil starts to fill the space around you in the dark as youâre buried. Or, rather, you already were. You reach out through the dirt desperately, and your hands finds a root, so you pull while you clutch that precious crystal so close that it almost feels like it sinks into you (in your panic, you donât notice that it does). You reach out again, and this time, your hand hits open air and plenty of sturdy roots around to grab.
From a seed youâre born, and like a sprout, you make your way out of the ground.
And once youâve clawed your way out of the soft earth and the roots, nearby, you see the soil shift. Another hand comes up to grasp desperately for something, anything, just as you had been.
And then, it goes wrong.
The sky turns dark above, and as you look up, you see the black expanse of space spotted with faraway pinprick lights of stars. Yet, theyâre not stars. Youâre certain. Theyâre watching you. A billion eyes all looking down, and they spill forth as if sky itself was a dam holding back those dark waters. You reach back to the people youâre with, but theyâre frozen in place. Their eyes are black, reflecting only the expanse of dark eyes.
So you run, even though you know you wonât escape it. You glance back and see it not overtaking, but consuming. The landscape around you is being devoured, and you can see it cracking apart. The world itself is breaking, and it cracks under your feet. You fall, and the billion eyes chase after you until the darkness swallows you whole. Thereâs agony as if youâre being ripped apart, and then—
You cannot see. You cannot feel. You simply are. Yet even so, impossibly, a womanâs voice speaks gently.
Iâm sorry it couldnât be saved. But, come, itâs time to wake.
You wake with a start, cradled by soft, velvety plants, and sticky with a sap that smells faintly of honey and iron. You can see the veins of the leaves that hold you, lit warmly and gently by what looks like a crystal embedded above you. Yet, itâs odd, because that crystal calls to you. When you reach out to touch it, itâs warm. Familiar. Important. You donât know why, but you know you must hold onto this, because now it feels wrong for it to be suspended in these leaves. So, you pull it out.
The light starts to fade, but only in time to see as the leaves cradling you immediately start to soften and crumble, and with it comes a torrent of dirt. Soft, loamy soil starts to fill the space around you in the dark as youâre buried. Or, rather, you already were. You reach out through the dirt desperately, and your hands finds a root, so you pull while you clutch that precious crystal so close that it almost feels like it sinks into you (in your panic, you donât notice that it does). You reach out again, and this time, your hand hits open air and plenty of sturdy roots around to grab.
From a seed youâre born, and like a sprout, you make your way out of the ground.
And once youâve clawed your way out of the soft earth and the roots, nearby, you see the soil shift. Another hand comes up to grasp desperately for something, anything, just as you had been.
II. MORAL HAZARD
There are new Shard-Bearers at the Tree of Life, and Yima has asked that the earlier arrivals go to greet them and help them. These arenât people from Horos, after all, so theyâll have many, many questions. As Yima explains, the roots of the tree rise up to create caverns underneath, and itâs there youâll find the new Shard-Bearers. And indeed, with careful steps to not slip on the mossy roots, down you go. Perhaps Communion will help you find the new Shard-Bearers, but it might be a confusing process for them.
The roots all start to look the same, to the point that youâre sure that youâve already been through this passage. You turn around, and most of the people you had come here with are gone, if not all of them. Itâs confusing and unsettling, and strangest of all.. Youâre starting to feel ill, even if that wasnât something normally possible for you. But continuing forward, you do eventually find an unfamiliar face of a new Shard-Bearer. They look no better than you feel.
Before introductions, however, roots around you shift suddenly until youâre enclosed in a room together. From the roots, a face forms in the wall. It speaks in a creaking, uneven tone, as if it werenât used to speaking at all.
Give to take. A sacrifice. To live.
Characters can pick one of the following options, but the decision must be made unanimously. If one character takes a drastic action (such as murdering another), itâs counted as a failure for the group.
This can be done in groups of 2 to 4 players, and Loremasters recommend three if you can swing it! Itâs more fun when you get in philosophical debates, right? Regardless, when your group comes to a decision, please record it here. These donât have to be fully threaded out to be recorded, so the conclusion can be discussed OOC if you prefer. Actions can be submitted until October 21st, after which groups will be informed of what comes of their choiceâŠ
When a group receives the antidote, they'll be released from the tree's thrall... But will have a hard time waking up. It feels like something has grabbed onto their spine.
The roots all start to look the same, to the point that youâre sure that youâve already been through this passage. You turn around, and most of the people you had come here with are gone, if not all of them. Itâs confusing and unsettling, and strangest of all.. Youâre starting to feel ill, even if that wasnât something normally possible for you. But continuing forward, you do eventually find an unfamiliar face of a new Shard-Bearer. They look no better than you feel.
Before introductions, however, roots around you shift suddenly until youâre enclosed in a room together. From the roots, a face forms in the wall. It speaks in a creaking, uneven tone, as if it werenât used to speaking at all.
Give to take. A sacrifice. To live.
LET'S PLAY A GAME...
As the Dryad will explain, characters are now trapped in a room and have been poisoned by the spores that the lichens underfoot release. An antidote lays beyond the roots the dryad has curled around you, but to access it, you must make a sacrifice.Characters can pick one of the following options, but the decision must be made unanimously. If one character takes a drastic action (such as murdering another), itâs counted as a failure for the group.
- Each of you must offer up a personal/treasured memory. The memory will be shared in Communion with all characters assembled, and then will be destroyed. No character will retain the memory or memory of its Communion.
- Each of you must offer up something physical. A finger, a toe, an ear, itâs your choice. The dryad will offer a knife if this is chosen that will sever the body part of choice cleanly and immediately stop any bleeding.
- Offer up another. Kill one person in the room.
- Refusing is also a valid option. Characters will get more ill as they debate until they start to find it difficult to breathe, and theyâll die quickly after.
This can be done in groups of 2 to 4 players, and Loremasters recommend three if you can swing it! Itâs more fun when you get in philosophical debates, right? Regardless, when your group comes to a decision, please record it here. These donât have to be fully threaded out to be recorded, so the conclusion can be discussed OOC if you prefer. Actions can be submitted until October 21st, after which groups will be informed of what comes of their choiceâŠ
When a group receives the antidote, they'll be released from the tree's thrall... But will have a hard time waking up. It feels like something has grabbed onto their spine.
III. DREAMING OF HOME
You may wake with a start from your deliberations (or arguments) with a jolt of pain from the base of your spine as something is pulled away rapidly. A dark-haired man who looks to be in his thirties or so holds you carefully, but as soon as you start to regain your senses, he sets you back and holds up his hands.
Woah— Woah there, itâs fine! The tree was, uh, trying to take you back is all. Youâre fine now.
As long as youâre not going to attack him, he offers a friendly smile and a hand to shake.
Nameâs Cyrus. Sorry about the rude awakening. Letâs get your friend here unhooked too.
And indeed, glancing over, you can see the person you met in that room laying nearby, and it looks like a vine has snaked underneath them to exactly where something had just been pulled from you⊠Best not to think about it, maybe. Or if you've been unlucky enough to be one of the last people rescued, you might find vines and roots starting to grow into your skin. It's fine!
Cyrus will gladly introduce himself to everyone, and will further explain his position in Meridian and Springstar (see the NPC Page) and the goals of Meridian itself (see the Faction Page, save for the italicized section). But most importantly, heâll explain that he knows it sounds like something overly optimistic. Itâs fair to be skeptical. Heâll produce a small glass bead from a bag heâs carrying. It looks like the necklace he wears, though not lit up. Heâll explain that the force of Meridian is a gift and can be a tether to your home, if you let it. As his fingertips light up, the energy is infused into the bead, which heâll hand to you.
Taking the bead into your hands, youâll take a birdâs eye view of your home world as if your consciousness is split, since youâll still perceive standing in front of Cyrus at the tree. Rather than a vision, the view of your world is absolutely real, youâre certain. Itâs a glimpse at the world that you thought destroyed, and if you focus on a particular place or a particular person, youâll find the view shifting rapidly to it. No one you watch is aware of your presence, but simply continues about their daily life, whatever that is. But after about a minute, the view will fade as the light in the bead also fades.
Thatâs an iliachtida, a sunbeam, and when infused with Meridianâs light, allows someone Harmonized to it to check in on their world, he explains. It also acts as an anchor that tethers their soul to their world in the Timestream. With it, their world canât entirely disappear, so eventually, they can go home. Itâs a gift heâll allow anyone that wants it to keep it, but indeed, theyâll be unable to use it again without first Harmonizing to Meridian.
To help manage threadload for the Loremasters playing Cyrus, we ask that you only tag him with the character you are most likely to app. Similarly, new tag-ins will not be accepted after Monday, October 17th.
Woah— Woah there, itâs fine! The tree was, uh, trying to take you back is all. Youâre fine now.
As long as youâre not going to attack him, he offers a friendly smile and a hand to shake.
Nameâs Cyrus. Sorry about the rude awakening. Letâs get your friend here unhooked too.
And indeed, glancing over, you can see the person you met in that room laying nearby, and it looks like a vine has snaked underneath them to exactly where something had just been pulled from you⊠Best not to think about it, maybe. Or if you've been unlucky enough to be one of the last people rescued, you might find vines and roots starting to grow into your skin. It's fine!
CYRUS, THE TRIBUNE
Cyrus is the NPC heading up the Meridian Faction, and is available to thread with under this header. Cyrus has come to the Tree of Life to help rescue the Shard-Bearerâs from the Tree, so heâs not going to be inclined to explain too much right away, since heâs on a mission, but heâll stick around once everyone is successfully freed from Prompt 2 to speak with anyone that wants to. The following is just an OOC summary of information in case you do not need to thread with Cyrus:Cyrus will gladly introduce himself to everyone, and will further explain his position in Meridian and Springstar (see the NPC Page) and the goals of Meridian itself (see the Faction Page, save for the italicized section). But most importantly, heâll explain that he knows it sounds like something overly optimistic. Itâs fair to be skeptical. Heâll produce a small glass bead from a bag heâs carrying. It looks like the necklace he wears, though not lit up. Heâll explain that the force of Meridian is a gift and can be a tether to your home, if you let it. As his fingertips light up, the energy is infused into the bead, which heâll hand to you.
Taking the bead into your hands, youâll take a birdâs eye view of your home world as if your consciousness is split, since youâll still perceive standing in front of Cyrus at the tree. Rather than a vision, the view of your world is absolutely real, youâre certain. Itâs a glimpse at the world that you thought destroyed, and if you focus on a particular place or a particular person, youâll find the view shifting rapidly to it. No one you watch is aware of your presence, but simply continues about their daily life, whatever that is. But after about a minute, the view will fade as the light in the bead also fades.
Thatâs an iliachtida, a sunbeam, and when infused with Meridianâs light, allows someone Harmonized to it to check in on their world, he explains. It also acts as an anchor that tethers their soul to their world in the Timestream. With it, their world canât entirely disappear, so eventually, they can go home. Itâs a gift heâll allow anyone that wants it to keep it, but indeed, theyâll be unable to use it again without first Harmonizing to Meridian.
To help manage threadload for the Loremasters playing Cyrus, we ask that you only tag him with the character you are most likely to app. Similarly, new tag-ins will not be accepted after Monday, October 17th.
III. SPRINGSTAR, αÎčÏÎœÎčÎżÏ ÎźÎ»ÎčÎżÏ
After your ordeals at the Tree of Life, perhaps youâre drawn to Springstar, the city of eternal sun and the seat of Meridian.
Itâs currently (and fittingly) Spring in Springstar, and the bustling city is coming back to life after finishing up winter. Itâs not as if the winters are especially harsh here, but youâll quickly get the sense that the people of Springstar are vivacious and happy to celebrate. Youâll find the Entertainment District to be the liveliest, whether itâs at a rowdy bar or a brothel, but no matter what, youâre welcome with open arms and without question.
Of course, if youâd just like to use the chance to explore the city alongside your fellow Shard-Bearers, thatâs fine too. Itâs easy to get lost in the crowds of Springstar and see all the city has to offer.
Itâs currently (and fittingly) Spring in Springstar, and the bustling city is coming back to life after finishing up winter. Itâs not as if the winters are especially harsh here, but youâll quickly get the sense that the people of Springstar are vivacious and happy to celebrate. Youâll find the Entertainment District to be the liveliest, whether itâs at a rowdy bar or a brothel, but no matter what, youâre welcome with open arms and without question.
Of course, if youâd just like to use the chance to explore the city alongside your fellow Shard-Bearers, thatâs fine too. Itâs easy to get lost in the crowds of Springstar and see all the city has to offer.
IV. HIGHSTORM, Đ»ŃĐœŃ-Đ±Đ»ĐžĐ·ĐœĐ”ŃŃ
Or maybe Highstorm, the city of twin moons and the seat of Zenith is more to your liking. Itâs certainly the quieter of the two cities and is a relaxing, meditative place if thatâs what you prefer. The chill in the air is constant, since itâs Autumn in Highstorm and the eternal night doesnât help keep things warm, exactly. Snow isnât out of the question at this time of the year, but itâs beautiful in the moonlight.
Because of the cooler weather than Highstorm is prone to, youâll find many of its delights inside rather than outside. Libraries and museums are popular in the more introspective city, though itâs easy enough to find something that might please you. For example, the indoor hot baths are popular at this time of the year too. Youâll find the people are kind, if cool-tempered, though if you mention the fact that youâre a Shard-Bearer or allied with Zenith, theyâre more likely to warm up.
Though much like Springstar, it may just be more interesting to explore the city with a fellow Shard-Bearer. And as a resident may warn you, itâs best to stay in the city. Wandering out into the marshes and forests isnât advised. Of course, if you do, just contact a Loremaster to find out why. ♥
Because of the cooler weather than Highstorm is prone to, youâll find many of its delights inside rather than outside. Libraries and museums are popular in the more introspective city, though itâs easy enough to find something that might please you. For example, the indoor hot baths are popular at this time of the year too. Youâll find the people are kind, if cool-tempered, though if you mention the fact that youâre a Shard-Bearer or allied with Zenith, theyâre more likely to warm up.
Though much like Springstar, it may just be more interesting to explore the city with a fellow Shard-Bearer. And as a resident may warn you, itâs best to stay in the city. Wandering out into the marshes and forests isnât advised. Of course, if you do, just contact a Loremaster to find out why. ♥
NOTES
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Her eyes scan the grass around them, searching for any further evidence of the finger or any spilled blood, but she doesn't find anything. She's also not foolish enough to check the flower itself. ]
Do its petals snap close at any stimuli? Or does it have to be specifically made of flesh?
[ Because she can just as easily dangle a long stick to see if the bird is fibbing. ]
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[ At least this talking crow is super polite? But with a flap of wings, he takes off back into the tree that he had been comfortably perched and people-watching in. It doesn't take too long to find what he was looking for, which is indeed a decently sized stick. Probably not as long as she might like, but it looks like about the largest that he can carry in his feet.
Sebastian swoops back down nearby to set it close to her, then takes a few fluttering hops back so that he's not, y'know, standing on it. ]
I would check myself, but it is a bit difficult to keep it steady while flying. It at least snaps no further than the stem, I can say that.
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Once she takes the stick, she remains crouched in her spot, hovering the bottom edge of the stick over the flower to see if it will move at all. She's not sure how fast she can expect a plant to respond, but her expectations are already low. ]
Are these the only flowers you've witnessed affecting wanderers? I've never seen a lot of these breeds before, but I imagine some could be used for potions and poisons.
[ She doesn't deal in poisons herself, but she wouldn't be adversed to delivering them to someone who does in exchange for their wares. ]
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For his part, Sebastian just nods, since that's exactly what he had witnessed not too long ago. ]
Well, none so violently as this particular one. I imagine there are others, but most flora here is unfamiliar to me.
[ He caws, which is the equivalent at the moment of an ah of thoughtfulness, then extends a wing to gesture down the path. ]
That said, there is a poison garden not too far down the path that does have things I am familiar with. Hemlock, nightshade, castor, those sorts of things, if they are familiar to you.
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What's left of the stick is chucked away as she straightens to her full height. ]
I imagine this area is your haunt then. Never knew crows had an affinity for pretty flowers. I usually catch your kind picking at wastes or sitting on fences. What's your name?
[ She's not sure if she'll remember this moment as a fever dream later or not, and while she's not angling to make friends, the crow is at least proving itself to be a decent guide. That's more than she can say about the humans around the city. ]
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[ Sebastian⊠Well. He doesnât smile, since thatâs not quite possible when you have a beak, but at least inwardly, he definitely is. With a bit of a showy flourish, the wing that had extended to point the way down the path instead comes back to his chest, and extending a foot, he dips into a bow. Itâs technically showier than he would normally give, but itâs a bit harder to bow when youâre a bird as well. ]
Please, call me Marlowe.
[ He straightens back up, definitely amused to be playing at the name game again. It was at least slightly more practical in this case than just being his own whims. ]
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I wish I didn't have to.
[ But she's also not going to stand here and think of a new name for the crow. Instead, she glances around then plucks something from the ground, catching it between the sharp points of her glove.
It's a wriggling worm covered in soil and clutched haplessly between her thumb and middle finger. ]
A treat for not letting me lose a finger. Go on and take it.
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But before he can ask about it, his curiosity is instead drawn by her attention to the ground, and he gives a small hop on the ground to scoot closer. And as soon as he sees the worm, his expression falls. Inwardly, at least. He is, for the first time, realizing a small flaw in his whimsy here. ]
Ah, that is very kind of you.
[ His voice at least stays pleasant, but this is largely because heâs internally having a conflict here. He has a set of principles and manners that he rather strictly sticks to, and one part of it was to never reject gifts or favors when offered (because it was useful to him to do so). But this⊠was slightly outside the scope of his expectations. Whatâs more important? Gaining a tiny bit of favor or his dignity?
âŠ
He does indeed take the offered worm. ]
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Rosaria.
[ She's not sure why she's offering her name in return except outside of a misguided feeling of kinship with the bird. She's just glad no one else is around to bear witness to this, otherwise she'd actually feel somewhat mortified by her own rare display of affection, as minute as it is.
Her body straightens up to its full height a moment later, bones popping from disuse before she glances around the field. ]
What else is there of note to explore beyond Greenwood yards? You must have mapped a decent portion of the city by now, assuming you're an adult-sized crow.
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[ Luckily, Sebastian doesnât perceive the brief touch at all, since heâs currently going through his mild mortification⊠Relatively speaking, a worm isnât really that bad, since demons were, well. Demons. But itâs more his own preferences to appear dignified, which eating a worm is certainly not. Even worse, itâs probably a better taste than when he eats human food. He wonât linger on that one too long.
He caws (a clearing of his throat, if he were wearing his human form), but otherwise, moves on smoothly with the conversation. Theyâre both quite willing to just continue past this moment. ]
Ah, a decent amount, at least. The market is also very pleasant to observe, though much busier, obviously⊠[ He considers it a moment longer as he flaps his wings to help him scoot back up to a perch slightly more at her eye level than on the ground. ] And the wilderness outside the city is interesting, but I have not ventured out that way.
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[ It's a far more opulent-looking place than the humbleness of Mondstadt, meaning there is plenty of excess to feed everyone âa peculiarity in itself.
The only beggars she's encountered thus far came from other worlds like herself. Those born in this one appear to be ...comfortable, the stratification between the wealthy and everyone else certainly less noticeable. ]
And yet even with all those free offerings, you still took my worm?
[ Animals aren't good at tempering their hunger, but it's still amusing to her how little temperance it's capable of exercising. How greedy. ]
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âŠWell, it would be rude to turn down a gift, would it not?
[ Heâll just go with politeness and pointedly not touch on the rest. Surely that will work. ]
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[ She wonders where the crow learned it from. She doubts aimless people-watching would have given him that much polite behavior to emulate, as it's not in human's nature to always behave, least of all in a crowded market replete with thieves and bargainers.
...She's probably overthinking this. ]
I'll dig up more for you if you can point out more plants of interest. It doesn't have to be now, but our paths may cross again.
[ She's not expecting to suddenly go home or drop dead any time soon, so they might be stuck orbiting one another for as long as they both have left. ]
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Of course. I can at least show you the way to the poison garden if you would like? I imagine that will have plenty of interest, since beyond its unique status as a garden, many of its offerings are rather lovely, in my opinion.
[ At least that part will also help distract him from his worm-based fate⊠Let him just talk about various poisons instead. Definitely not strange or suspicious from a crow. ]
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Lead on. I have nowhere I have to be anytime soon.
[ She went from being nagged at constantly to eerie silence, making her actually miss the sounds of the other sisters constantly circulating around her. It's still taking time to adjust to the abrupt solitude, and if she were inclined to keep pets, she wouldn't be opposed to a permanent crow companion. However, birds were meant to fly freely âto hunt and be hunted.
She won't infringe on his natural cycle. ]
Where do you normally perch or nest when you're not badgering newcomers? I'll drop your payment off there later.