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[quintessent]

Name: Princess Allura (un: PrincessAllura)
Date: 9/10
Format: Text

I have a question directed to the Earthlings who were brought here.

Before I came to this planet, my experience with humans was brief. As such, my knowledge of their culture is largely limited and something I have been working at understanding for some time now.

To get to the point: I am curious about human friendship rituals. Is handholding a common practice among friends?


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And what about kissing?

[AHEM. Not lingering on that one for too long. Definitely asking for a friend and not because she’s been casually smooching her bond for awhile now and still they are acting like it means nothing. As you do.]

I only ask this because I have seen a lot of different behavior since I arrived here that is different from the culture I was raised in and do not wish to misinterpret the meanings. Thank you.

Comments

[scatmaam]

Lad, I'm always looking for a fight. It's a universal constant, like time marching forward.

[marmoron]

[ She can't see it, but that gets him to grin. ]

There's probably at least one universe out there where time does the exact opposite.

[ A beat. ]

But I'm not one to turn down a challenge.

[scatmaam]

I didn't think you were. Let's have a friendly match somewhere we needn't hold back.

You can invite Allura. I might even try to make you look good in front of her. [ A bright laugh. ]

[marmoron]

Whuh-

[ FUCKING SPLUTTER. ]

Why would I want that?!

[scatmaam]

Call it intuition.

[ y'all bad at hiding this. ]

[marmoron]

[ Audible grumping is audible. ]

Your intuition is completely off, Shadow.

[scatmaam]

The Wisdom of Dun Scaith guides me. And it's never lead me wrong.

[ sure, she wasn't straight up clairvoyant any longer, but most of the time, she didn't need that sort of power. ]

[marmoron]

Dun Scaith?

[ Probably butchering the pronunciation of that a little, sorry. ]

What even is that?

[scatmaam]

Dun Scaith is home, lad. The residing place of the Gate of Skye. The castle that I was born in and ruled from as queen.

It stays with me, empowers me and guides me.

[marmoron]

So it's...a sentient castle? Or is that just a poetic metaphor?

[ The former wouldn't even make him bat an eyelash at this point. The lions do much of the same and all. ]

[scatmaam]

I'll let you puzzle out that mystery on your own.

[ In truth, it was more the latter than the former. But she also felt that was ultimately irrelevant, too. ]

What matters is, I'm right, and you know I am.

[marmoron]

[ She is, but by god does he not want to give her that right now. Slight change in subject time. :/ ]

If I happen to look good in a fight, I don't want that to be because someone took it easy on me.

[scatmaam]

Not that I thought you'd actually say any different, but I'm glad to hear it, regardless. [ Scathach chuckled. ]

Any time you like, you can challenge my spear.