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Going off the trails had always been a good way for Saima to truly connect with the places that they roamed. For as much as they enjoyed following the pathway to the end, going off of them often led to even more connection with any given wood. Besides, they were confident that the trees, the flora would always lead them back to where they were supposed to be.

It was while lurking and feeling the ground against them that Saima sensed the presence of someone else starting to head in this direction. They were curious about who they were but wanted to wait for a moment. So they remained quite as they walked around the clearing, keeping an eye out for the person whose presence they were aware of.

Still, as they waited, Saima was continued to run their hands along the trees, studying the feel of their old plant friends. Listening to the stories that they told. So many lessons came from nature, it was one of the teachers that Saima would always return to no matter how much they learned about ‘civilization’ and the implications of its changes.

It was with that knowledge in mind that they rested against a tree for a few moments, keeping an eye out as the footsteps got closer. Hearing the man speak to himself, they couldn’t help but smile a bit to themself in response.  How were they going to make their presence known? That was the question that was running through their mind.

Saima had decided to just move quickly to get a head of the man so that he could potentially pass them by in the clearing.

And hearing a voice drift towards his way probably would do the trick well enough.

At the sound of the bell above the door jingling, the principality’s head popped up from behind a stack of book at the far end of the shop like a meerkat emerging from its burrow. Scrutinizing blue eyes and a fluff of cool-blond hair were the only parts of his physical form visible from above the dusty tomes.

Without a single sound he disappeared and then moments later materialized again directly behind the newcomer.

“It’s only going to get colder.” 

Why he should he use that specific turn of phrase? Hardly a phrase at all, really, just a simple statement. And yet, it rang so oddly true to him, so oddly important that he should speak it the way he had said it, any no other way. 

Rozetta was no spiritual expert, no, but he knew time was as a river that flowed endlessly. It met the ocean, eventually, and then once again it would find itself. He does not question it, he only continues, as he looks up to the sky, frowning under his bandanna. 

spiteful lyrics from popular songs | @plcasantnights​ said: “I’m up all week wasting time with people I don’t like.” ( from Tebrun)

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It will be the last time. It will be the last time and they both know it.

When they met, Sass remembered him. They remembered everything. The good. The bad. The love. The loss. They had crashed into his arms, and it was like going home after a long time away. They don't know how long they embraced, but it was a long time. And yet not nearly long enough.

They had always been the first to die. Technomancers never live long lives. So it's surreal to be next to Vinnie, trying desperately to put pressure against the gunshot wound in his chest. Knowing there is too much blood, knowing that he won't be coming back from this.

"promise."

They whisper, desperate, urgent.

"promise i'll see you again. promise this isn't the last time."

Vinnie smiles at them, and reaches a trembling hand up to squeeze their wrist. If there is a promise to be made, it dies on his lips as his last breath rattles out of him.

...

It is several hours before Sass moves. Vinnie's body is buried. And they begin the journey. The final journey.

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Rozetta glances at Atticus, startled out of his storytelling his eyes, which had been so bright, so happy and alight for a moment, quickly dulling back down to their normally deadened stare.

"And as friendship may be, I loved them, too."

bay tree : does your muse seek glory & accolades , or do they favour a simpler , more personal life ?

holly : how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ? are they aware of it ? do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?

lavender : how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ? once their trust is broken , how might one go about mending it ?

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anemone: Meg, despite her largely brutal life, sees the world somewhere between cruel and wondrous. She knows that she can still be surprised, and I think she holds on to that now, more than she used to. her found family has made her more of an optimist. There was a time where she definitely had a hardline position on it being an unforgiving place, with how she was raised and treated as a young demon, but her time independently on the surface has changed that.

bay tree: When she was younger, I think moreso she dreamt of glory, of making a name for herself. And she still does now, after all in more than one verse I have her trying to take control of hell. But she has a more balanced understanding of the downsides of notoriety now, and I think she’s sort of torn between still wanting it, and recognizing that it has plenty of downsides too.

holly : I think Meg’s intuition is pretty strong, she tends to follow her gut instincts and she’s usually not wrong. The only thing is that she’s fairly impulsive, so she may follow her intuition without first weighing what the smartest response would be. She does sometimes experience being overly vigilant because she’s used to being on the run from someone.