voice;

[fordola]

Name: Fordola
Date: 1/5/2020
Format: voice;

[ Her voice was quiet. Before she gave a sigh, beginning to talk. ]

So, uh. Anybody else realise they forgot their nameday? It's been a bloody year since I got 'ere. I'm twenty now.

--not that I celebrated my nameday before. Just know it's a custom for a lot of people. And now I've said it, maybe it'd be nice t'hear how people did it 'round your home.

We can't forget our homes. Even as some of us have been 'ere for so long.

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[fordola]

[ A pause, as she went quiet. ]

Well, my father would often give me small trinkets. Under the table, of course - he didn't want to get punished.

[trouvaille]

( ah. not a happy story, then. )

It's the little things. The gesture.

[fordola]

...he was a good man.

But, well. That was then. This is now.

[trouvaille]

Not an absolute requirement for being a good father, but it does help.

But, yeah. Birthdays not exactly at the top of anyone's list at the moment, I suppose. I mostly liked the—everyone being together, everyone would be together for most of the month, or parts of it off and on.

[fordola]

That sounds... nice. Another thing we don't 'ave here, hm.

[trouvaille]

It's not a short list, unfortunately.

[fordola]

Yeah. But hey, some things are better here.

Like, uh.

[ She's drawing a blank. ]

[trouvaille]

I guess for people who hated where they were so much they'd rather be literally anywhere else, now they are.

( that's the best she's got. )