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[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.

Comments

[fordola]

Yeah. There's a small place I know.

...monster-friendly. [ she added, after a slight pause. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

That's good. [He nods- he assumed so, but it's good to know for sure.]. What's their special?

[fordola]

A hearty sorta meat. Depending on what's dragged in.

...I work for 'em sometimes.

[wordsinthesoul]

Well, that sounds like a good meal.

Oh? Well, that's good. They pay well enough, don't they?

[fordola]

How d'you think I've been gettin' supplies? Stealin' em? [ She asked, her smile warm, as they approached. A small homely place, Fordola gave a little tilt of her head. It seemed that mostly bird-like monsters worked here... ]

[wordsinthesoul]

Hm. I'd assumed you'd been clever about it. [Not that he thought she had been stealing. But he's sure she'd have covered her trail if she had.

He makes a soft sound, ears rising a little.]

It looks nice. Friendly, too.

[fordola]

[ She lets out a little song, nodding. ] It is. Found it one night when I was close t'going feral. They fed me and calmed me.

[wordsinthesoul]

So- a place of refuge, then. It sounds good.

[He reaches out to touch her arm for a moment, trying to reassure.]

[fordola]

[ A smile, as she led him in. ]

Y'know, I never asked. How old are you? I mean, we both missed our namedays.

[wordsinthesoul]

Ah. Well- admittedly, it's been a while since I made much of the date. [It's probably not the actual date, either.]. I would say this would be my thirty-fifth summer. […something like that, anyhow.]

[fordola]

--you're that old. You barely look older then me. I mean, except for the scruff on your face.

[wordsinthesoul]

…hm. Well, that's well enough, for the most part. [He huffs, one hand coming up to pat it down.]. It doesn't look that bad, does it?

[fordola]

[ A little chuckle. ] Eh, my beard's better. [ Her mane. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

[He gives a soft chuckle in turn.]. It's certainly fuller, but don't you think it's just as impressive?

[…it only took him an age to get this much, though.]

[fordola]

Well, it is super fluffy. You can't say that about yours.

Still. How do you look so young?

[wordsinthesoul]

To my great sorrow.

[Ah, well. He grins, winking one eye.]

Magic.

[…who knows, really.]

[fordola]

[ A chuckle. ] Maybe there's a potion ya can drink to get your chin all fluffed up. I mean, if ya trust 'em.

[ But she nodded. Who even knows. ]

[wordsinthesoul]

There must be. I've heard of some such tonics back home…. [Which were about equally as trustworthy in Ul'dah, to be honest.] Well… I imagine with the right questions, I could find out. [:3!]

[fordola]

Hah - you've got that wit. And if they fuck ya over? I've got ya back.

[wordsinthesoul]

Of course! I could hardly call myself a halfway decent bard without it. [He reaches out to ruffle her hair, grinning.]. i know. I'll be sure to call you.

For now- shall we order?

[fordola]

Heh, yeah.

[ She grabs some menus, with a smile. And a waitress comes over, to take their order. Fordola orders her usual, tail swishing. ]

...Thancred? Do you think we'll feel being older if we go home?

[wordsinthesoul]

[He orders a steak of sorts, with vegetables- that ought to be plenty.]

Hm? That's… well, I should hope so.

[The experiences… surely they'd go back with them.]

[fordola]

Hah... imagine that. People walkin' into my cell and finding I'm suddenly older. [ A sigh, as she sat back. ] Or you wakin' up in the wilderness, not knowin' why you suddenly feel older.

[wordsinthesoul]

That would be strange for them. [He reaches for her hand, ears twitching- uncertain how to feel about that.] Maybe with some idea. But that would still… be awkward.

[…would he really go back to everything that entails, he wonders, and keeps to himself.]

[fordola]

[ She held his hand, trying not to get too sad. ]

...You've seen it too, right? People who leave. And then return - and they can't change their fates.