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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.

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[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.

[wordsinthesoul]

[He gives a little squeeze, trying to reassure- her? himself? Probably both of them.]

…right. It's… well, I don't understand that. If we've learnt something, then why…?

[fordola]

A little snort.

The world is cruel.

[wordsinthesoul]

…I know. A shame it seems determined to push that in our faces. I can but think it must have something to do with the way the mirrors work- but I fear I'm loose on ideas for how to uncover that.