#◈ █║ spiralefes 一 ( two )

[feranmut]

SHE'D THOUGHT LONG ABOUT THIS 一 where they could possibly go that both might at least take some semblance of pleasure in. the great library of xalphina had been considered, albeit briefly, before deciding it may be best elsewhere. from the small things she knows of alhaitham, she knows he isn't one who enjoys excess sound, much like a draken librarian reading several books aloud.

so, here they stand amidst a sea of planets and twinkling stars, a cosmos beckoning them with promise of the slightest glimpse of home. it was a quieter place, one he can read in were his attention to wane, not to mention some treats were any desired. though a brief thought passes her mind as they wind through some of the paths, one meant for their little display, as a hand shifts over slightly as if it were meant to take his own... until it freezes just beyond touch, immediately tucking itself away from view. no. maybe that wasn't a good idea.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀what made her think it was in the first place?

❝ Mm. I do not see Terra. At least I don't think. What of your world? ❞ it was idle chatter, one to push away that minuscule skip of her heart in hoping he hadn't noticed her pitiful attempt.

@hetuvidya

[avginian]

TODAY WASN'T GOING EXACTLY HOW HE PLANNED. well, as much as he had planned such an occasion, taking the chance itself to further acquaint himself with this island and its various festivities. today he had wandered into cotes-fantasci, sauntering through each area to get a general gist of it. and perhaps it was luck, who was to say, that had him put off this little maze until this very moment for a chance meeting.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ah, perhaps meeting was generous, given the situation一

❝ Sure. I'll go along, ❞ he speaks, nonchalance in his voice at the decision to participate. not like it would hurt in the end, right? not to mention it never was a bad move to build connections for later. ❝ I am curious, though. Was it just luck for me to be picked today? Or maybe it was chance. ❞ both had equal opportunities when it came to gambling, so maybe this, too, was just the same ordeal. stepping a few feet forward through the maze itself as he takes a gander between two possible paths they can take, he wonders how the woman would answer, multi-colored eyes glancing sideways toward her.

❝ But let me get this straight. Our end goal is to solve this little maze and receive an exuberant prize as winner takes all? ❞

@multirosa

[crimsonoyoroi]

FOAM WEAPONS WERE COMICAL, REALLY, in contrast to ones of wood meant for soldiers to train. only he understands the need for it in this case 一 something that would hardly hurt in the spirit of fun, as well as being incapable of sinking were it to be knocked into the water, given the arena. practical across the board, he must admit, even going so far as to keep in mind the limitation of powers for an even standing. so, when he spots the knight not far, perusing the various weapons with no partner, he’s quick on the uptake to step forward. ❝ Hey! Looking for a match-up? Of course, if you’re just browsing, that’s more than fine, too, ❞ he’ll jump right in, offering an amicable smile.

glancing over, he reaches out, squeezing one of the makeshift weapons. ❝ I figured it would be good to participate in some of the festivities. So, I’m more than happy to be your opponent. We could even make a little wager, if we were up for it. ❞ competition wasn’t all he was for, though he can’t help but find fun in it, let alone with the chance of making a new connection other than just clashing fake weaponry.

❝ Hm, let’s see... how about loser treats the winner for a nice meal. Does that sound like a reasonable deal sweetener? ❞

@douzeepees

[feranmut]

DOES HE TRULY NOT CARE SO MUCH? most she has encountered here had a longing to return, struggling within themselves the decision of leaving behind all whom they had bonded with here and those awaiting them back home. it was... strange, perhaps, to find one with so little attachment as herself in some ways even when he was as human as any other. ❝ I paint people, too. ❞ her response is swift, deciding to put that out there, given some essence of what her scrolls can do.

thankfully, the query is enough to distract her from the way his hand feels so warm, serving only to heat up her own chest ever so slightly.

❝ If I have seen it, I can paint it. But that does not mean it will be exactly as one recalls. As the painter, I will notice. ❞ she would know those little details that differ, even at the slightest glance, compared to an onlooker who may not know a mistake upon a piece of art or, even more, how they may simply think they have misremembered how it truly looked. ❝ People are different. The more I know of them, the closer their replication. But if it is based off real people, those, too, will have things that may not hold up to the original. The lands are one thing, but the people are another. I prefer my paintings, I truly do. But it only evokes nostalgia when looking upon the scroll. Do you understand now? ❞

summer activities were never something he cared to participate in for as long as he'd been here, since they had their little performance to keep up though, how could he refuse? well, quite easily but for the sake of appearances, he agreed anyway. her choice hadn't been too bad either, with their preference for peace in mind. the quiet is one he appreciates and perhaps Dusk felt the same.

"not really. it doesn't matter even if I had." that one particular visit home had been a glimpse enough for him, one that she was afforded the opportunity of as well. no, he's happy to simply pass the days here, however long that may be. this place and the people here were not something that would remain with him. but he does wonder about one small thing...

before asking, he decides to complete the act she seemed unable to, slipping a hand into her own. "you paint landscapes. can't you do the same for your home?" maybe it's easier said than done, given what she can do with those scrolls, it would offer her an advantage that some may see as unfair. after all, who else could create a masterpiece of scenery with the ability to just... reside within said works as they please. likely not many, if anyone else at all.