menphina (jude), nymeia (yuuto), althyk (khalja), oschon (cas)
Menphina:The mention of love was clearly a topic that took the Seeker offguard. Â Yâjudael was not of high experience in the ways of close bonds, romantic or otherwise. Â A frustrated shade of red lightly rose in his regularly pale face, his mind struggling to think of an answer. Â How did he show his love?âRespect.â Â The term was often used by most, but to Jude, such a gift was only given to those truly deserving. Â âIf one has endeared me to themselves, it is likely due to the possession of knowledge or skill. Â As such, I treat them with respect.ââNymeia:Yuuâtoâs head tilted gently at the question. Â A hobby? Â Such questions were rarely given to him. Â In response, he reached into his small satchel, drawing forth a token of wood. Â The size of a grape, yet carved with endless care to resemble that of a cat mid-stride within a coin.âI carve wood in my spare time. Â It is purely meditative.â Â Despite the brief word on it, just the item alone showed his passion for the craft. Â The Keeper put away the coin then, stored back into his bag for safe keeping.âAlthyk:The bottle Khalja held tipped back, and a poor manâs drink slid down his throat to make the returned memory a bit easier to think on. Â âYou wanna know about a bad memory? Â The Jhungid swinging by, spitting on the Tsagaan culture and devouring everything we were. Â Like their daily fucking meal.â Â Another swig. Â âAnd the worst part? Â I couldnât do jack shit about it. Â Howâs that for your bad memory?ââOschon:âMy favorite place, eh?â Â Câasir grinned, rubbing his chin. Â âMany locations come to mind, I am certain you can imagine. Â The beaches of La Noscea, the hot springs of the Sagolii Desert, the meadows of the Shroud.â Â The light-spirited manâs mind finally settled on one particular memory.âThere is a small bar, just outside of Black Brush Station. Â Humble it may seem, but such a place is where I met three of my closest companions.â Â A light bit of laughter left his lips, the look of beautiful recollection in his amber eyes.âI would not trade that place for the world, for that was the place where I found my own.â