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That... sounds terrible, actually. Are you alright?

[ She doesn't need to hear his voice to know he must be annoyed by that. The text pretty much shouts his mood anyway. ]

I bet if you checked with osme of the fashion designers, you'd find someone interested! They're always looking for such things to design the costumes and outfits so much in demand in this place. Whether for the frequent festivals the city has, or just for keeping up with the unique demands of clothing required for all the monster forms, the tailors and designers in this city always seem very busy!

I'm fine. Just inconvenienced.

[Petty complaints are a very Fae thing to do, don't you know. It's helping? Maybe?]

I was kind of joking, but now I wonder if I can actually produce enough to be worth it. It did come out more like thread than fiber. [Why is he considering giving it a try now, oh no. He sighs to himself.]

I guess I'm going to need special clothes, too. I might as well ask around.

Don't hurt yourself in the process, though!

[ She has no idea how much he actually... made. And isn't sure she wants to ask. ]

But there are several people here who make clothes to accommodate monsters and their... additions? Fae, included, actually! I can let you know where some of the ones I found were?

[ She may not have a need for monster fashion, but she'd helped a few of the designers showcase their wares previously. ]

I have no intention of suffering for something like that, don't worry.

[Just think of like if you were drooling in your sleep, except the drool was silk.]

That would be helpful. I don't know how fast I'll actually get anything that needs it, but it's better to be prepared.

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I'd be happy to take you and show you, once you're settled in?

I'm about as settled in as I can be without a wardrobe, I think.

[He needs his creature comforts.]

If you're free, I can give you my address, or we can meet up somewhere else, if you like.

[Giving his address out on the network publicly? Eh, whatever. It's not like he has enemies here, unlike home.]

I am! Perhaps we could meet near the announcement board in town? That's always easy to find.

[ With how noisy it could be, it was very hard to miss it. ]

Alright. I'll head that way. Maybe 20 minutes?

[He can't give any better guarantees with his horrible sense of direction, but he really hates being late, so it should balance out. This time he remembers to give some identifying information, though:]

I've got short brown hair, and I'll be wearing a dark blue coat.

My hair is red and I'll be wearing a pink cloak. I'll look for you there in twenty!

[Thankfully, Ferran doesn't get too turned around and arrives at the board with a few minutes to spare.

Thankfully, the extra fluff on his back isn't so dense that his shirt and coat don't fit around the shoulders, but he figures that will change soon enough when... other things come in. He's going to miss wearing this coat, even if who he got it from wasn't exactly...

Then again, maybe he won't miss it that much.

If Yona isn't already there by the time he shows up, she'll probably find him frowning to himself in thought.]

[ She shows up right on time, in fact, and his dark blue coat is hard to miss.

It's not until she's only a few steps away, coming up behind him, that she realizes his face is familiar to her. It has her steps faltering a little as her eyes widen, and a soft inhale of breath might alert him to her presence before she gathers herself enough to speak. ]

Oh! It's you! You're here!

[Red hair, pink cloak. Those are the details that register immediately when he turns towards the sound of her gasp, and he gets through most of a greeting before the familiarity of her face actually registers.]

Hey—oh.

[Well, this is awkward. The idea that someone else might have seen his nightmares was bad enough, but to have to actually deal with that in the waking world...]

I... am here now, yeah.

[ She'd embarrassed him. She hadn't meant to do that. Seeing him flustered, she ducks her head for a moment before offering him a small smile and then holding out her hand to him. Not a natural inclination for her, but she's learned some things since arriving here. Common habits of places not like her homeland. ]

I'm glad. Welcome to Aefenglom, then. I'm Yona.

[Despite his misgivings, and not necessarily being glad he's on Talam in the first place, he takes her hand to shake with his usual inoffensive grip without hesitation; it's clearly something he's used to.]

Thanks... I'm Ferran. [At least they can finally have some proper introductions.] It's good to actually meet you.

[Sorry for being such a huge downer last time, he thinks but does not say.]

Ferran.

[ She repeats his name with a nod and a warm smile, committing it to memory. ]

And I can say the same. I hoped you'd be alright, after we were separated in the dreams. You weren't hurt or anything, were you?

[ It was hard to guess at, what might have carried over into the waking world for him. But he also didn't seem to have quite the exact same appearance just now as he had in the dreams when they'd fought together. ]

[The only Fae trait that's currently visible is the faint red scales on his wrists, but he hides those in his pockets almost as soon as they're done with introductions. The question confuses him for a moment—she'd clearly seen that he was hurt in the nightmare itself, and he hadn't considered the possibility of things carrying over. It was bad enough that this place ended up being real.]

After that was kind of a blur, honestly... and then I ended up in the place with the mirrors. But I wasn't injured when I got here, so I guess not.

[Now he's worried, though.]

What about you?

[ She's quick to smile and shake her head in a reassuring manner. ]

I came out of it mostly in one piece. And we managed to gather enough magic in there from the dreams and nightmares that we could wake those we'd gone in there to save in the first place. But it's good to see you again. You've just arrived here, then? This must still be very overwhelming.

[While that "mostly" is concerning, she doesn't seem to be injured now, so it seems reasonable to assume she is actually alright.]

A couple of weeks ago. Overwhelming is a good way to put it.

[He may not be actively terrified like in the dream, or on the verge of collapsing like when he first got here, but there's a definite lack of energy with him despite his attempts to sleep and eat properly. There's only so much enthusiasm he can muster when he's changing into something he shouldn't be.]

[ She nods at that statement, letting her gaze flit over him to see what might be different from when they last met. ]

You said you were a fae, right?

Right. I figured with the dream, and then these showed up...

[He pulls a hand out of his pocket, showing off the faint scales on his wrist.]

It made sense pretty early. But—I ended up talking to someone who was several things in her dream before she came here, so it wasn't exactly the guarantee I thought it was.

[He shrugs, putting his hand back. He ended up being right, either way.]

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[ She gives a small nod in understanding. ]

I've heard of that happening before, even if it's somewhat rare. Dreaming being one thing - or several - and then arriving as something separate. But don't worry, there are always some here with experience at whichever it is, who can help you. And I think you'll find most people here are quite willing to be friendly and helpful.

[ At least that's been her experience? ]

But in the meantime, we can start looking for belongings for you to help you feel more comfortable here.

[Ferran nods his agreement; he really hasn't encountered anyone unpleasant so far, even though he hasn't exactly been outgoing.]

I expected the people from here to be more... obviously put off.

[Since they're kind of taking up space and (in his case) struggling to adjust... granted, they could be nicer, but he knows that would be asking for resources they might not have.]

Thank you. It already feels colder here than it tends to get back home... and the few things I've gotten weren't made with— [He hesitates briefly, and blinks almost like he's flinching.] wings in mind.

[Despite what his name may imply, he is not prepared for UK-style winters.]

Not to say that there might be some that are, but for many of us... we've all been new here and had to adjust. For some it was easier than others. And some are still trying to figure it out, honestly.

[ She reaches out to give his arm a light squeeze. ]

I don't know what I would have done if I hadn't found kind friends when I arrived, willing to help and show me the strange ways of this place. When I arrived here, I'd never even imagined the magic that is commonplace here could be a real thing. it took me quite a while to find my bearings. Even now, after having been here a while, there are still things that can catch me off guard. But that can be as exciting as it can be daunting, I think.

[ But she catches that hesitation, her smile still warm and understanding. ] As I understand it, wings are especially sensitive to temperature, too. Don't worry, we can find you some warmer clothing. And there are plenty here that are made with wings in mind. The harpies and the dragons often have to work around them, as well.

Right, but... for the people who were only "new" here when they were born... having a bunch of literal aliens taking up their space. [How bitter might they be? He's not ready to ask around about it, but he can't imagine that level of open-mindedness. Not without a lot of work and time.] I can't imagine it would go smoothly where I'm from.

[Whatever awkwardness he might have felt at that physical reassurance from an acquaintance normally is such a minor issue in the grand scheme of things that the thought only registers for half a second before he tosses it right out. He lets out a quiet breath, trying to accept the comfort and not to let his anxiety get the best of him.]

I think I've had enough excitement for a lifetime or two already. [He's okay with not having any more of that, thank you. But regarding future wing prospects—]

I was thinking that. [More specifically, his thoughts were: moths don't work the same as mammals. Will he have to worry about circulation? Will blood be involved at all? Will they be endothermic like the rest of him? Is the rest of him going to be cold-blooded?? How would he get warm without fire involved. And so on.] I'd guess cloaks and things like that aren't uncommon here...

Ahh, yes. Although considering how tough a time this world has had with the infection wreaking havoc out there, I think most of them are grateful for the extra hands and new ideas we often bring. I haven't been here as long as some, but before we started arriving? Things sounded pretty hopeless and they were running out of options.

[ Seeing his hint of nerves, she withdraws her hand and tucks them behind her back instead, her smile still warm. ]

Well, hopefully I can offer a very boring day of shopping then. And yes, cloaks are very common. Many of them are going to made warmly right now with furs and things. And many of them can be enchanted on top of that!

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