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‹  @portaljumps​ › said ↪  ❛ 💣, zoe probably stole something from zed— whether it belonged to him or the kinkou, who knows! she just likes knick-knacks (: ❜

i'm   sorry   this   is   made   infinitely   funnier   to   me   if   its   like   the   tears   of   the   shadow   or   something   and   the   absolutely   DISASTER   that   would   follow.   how   fast   can   he   find   it   before   shen   finds   out   ???   how   does   it   go   missing   ??   its   probably   under   lock   and   key,,,   is   this   a   joke   ??   was   it   kayn   ?   you   can   image   the   absolute   fear   that   runs   through   your   body   when   something   terrible   happens   and   meanwhile   some   tiny   little   dimension   child   is   just   curious.   

        ❛ ... then again, i do kind of like jumping from place to place my way !  it’s really fast. maybe i should just stick with that, haha ... ❜    she awkwardly scratches the back of her head, before floating to the opposite side of the man’s frame. yeah, bad idea--- she wasn’t good at lessons in school, she sure wouldn’t be good at taking them now.  & ... before anything else, where did she come from ? she interrupts his current activity to pester him--- completely uninvited, mind you. perfect !  spontaneous visits were the best !      ❛ sooooo ... whatcha doin’? i don’t have much to do, so i thought i’d come and hang out with you !  ... who are you, by the way ? ❜

         a subtle shuffling noise catches her attention— from behind, she thinks. it was silent before. was someone there ? she turns her head to catch a glimpse of an unfamiliar figure behind her, before turning her frame ever-so-slightly.    ❛ uh ... hi !   who are you ? oh— i just found some water on a flower, it’s about to fall ! check it— oh ... aw !! ❜     mere seconds of distraction were all it took for her to miss her previous fascination. the droplet had already made it’s descent to the grass below.    ❛ i missed it ... ❜     boy, does she sound disappointed.    ( although there were more flowers to watch ... )

        ❛ i don’t think you needed to throw that one away. do you have to use whole galaxies as a base for your art ?  that’s a little greedy, mister. ❜       (   not that he had asked.  )     she appears from one of her little portals— merely observing the artistic process. her naiveté was one of her double-edged qualities— it often earned her many explanations; many reasons, for the actions of those she did not know. but in the same breath, the incessant questions were just enough to drive them insane, too. not that she particularly cared. her voice is trailed by the faint sound of chimes— dancing stardust. something soft, peaceful, almost.      ❛ can’t you paint a picture without destroying stars ?   i think it would look a lot nicer. ❜

    —- & i swear that i’ve been here before.

          ❛ i’ve seen you before, you’re the fey-dancer ! r-r-r-r-r-akan !  did i get the accent right ? well ? ❜   an eager expression is painted upon young features--- she’s looking forward to his favourable reply !

             … those before ? 

        there’s a pause. then a smile, then a carefree giggle— it’s followed by the sound of chimes, seemingly ethereal, even innocent. the concept of death was … well, it didn’t exactly phase the little aspect. she had seen thousands— nay, millions come and go. entire civilizations, entire worlds. some of it was even a result of her own mischief, but of course, never done with malicious intent— she’s pure of heart, but unaware of quite how much power she held. the woman … she looked tired. quiet. cold. the harsh winds were never kind to any of the souls who would scale targon’s near unforgiving peaks— she recalls watching a young man die on the mountain, nestled ‘neath a stray pine tree she hadn’t noticed before. not that it mattered— he probably wasn’t very special anyway. another fool, or so aurelion sol would say.

       ❛  i mean, it kinda … depends. … ish ? it’s hard to explain, plus targon has some weird rules. and … the mountain might not like you. ❜      her tone becomes hushed with the last statement— targon was sentient. no matter what anybody chose to believe. the mountain chose it’s aspects. it chose it’s vessels. though zoe wouldn’t ever discover who would and would not be chosen— that wasn’t exactly in her ‘job description’ to know, as it were. it leaves her to remain half naive, though some part of her already knew the fate of those who made their climb, all thanks to her space dragon, and his pessimism, and his loud mouth.   

     ❛ the mountain has to choose you, silly !   you can’t just climb and expect to like, get awesome. you have to be special, but i don’t know if you qualify— in targon’s eyes, anywho !   i think you’re pretty cool !   if i were a big magical mountain, i’d make you the vice-president of mountainville. ❜    she grins, hovering beside katarina, keeping pace with a fairly content expression painted upon young features.    ❛ i mean … some people die, some people give up. some disappear. i don’t really pay close attention though— i’ve got my own stuff to do !   but i don’t mind keeping you company. you’re really neat, katarina ! ❜     the mention of death would shake some— the conversation was nothing short of unpleasant, but as aforementioned; it didn’t bother zoe. she was immortal, deathless. timeless. what would she ever have to worry about ?

        ❛ ... ❜

                now that was rare.

       a moment of silence. a few seconds of pure contemplation. it was driving her insane. what was it about her that she couldn’t put her finger on ?   where did she know her from ?   surely it couldn’t have been the one from the stars.  aurelion sol had told zoe stories — legends of the goddess that had given too much for humanity, & how foolish her strife was —  though zoe had found it somewhat compelling.    ( divinity doesn’t always last forever, & is often wasted. or so the space dragon says. )     she emits an audible grumble of frustration to break the silence, as she crosses her arms in a huff, hovering idly beside the woman.

        ❛ ohh, geez — i know you from somewhere !    you look so familiar !   tell me your secrets, i demand to know !   are you from targon ?   are you a messenger for the gods or something ?  AHA !!   you’re a spy, i KNEW it !!    you’d better not tell on me, i can’t stay in my own little alternate reality forever !  i get bored, you know !! ❜