[ jiaoqiu stays standing mostly because if he crouched he would never get up again, but he keeps an eye on taair, tail swaying back and forth behind him. ]
I'm sorry that life's simple pleasures were withheld from you. [ he says after a moment. ] Your cage is open now, little hummingbird.
[ he of course doesn't know any specifics, but - he's very good at insight. he can make some guesses. ]
ah. it's a sweet, simple apology - and one that speaks volumes, both in its meaning and to jiaoqiu's observational skills. taair looks up at him, eyes slightly wide, scanning his face... before he huffs, and shakes his head, looking down. ]
...So it is.
[ but it's lacking all of that joy and delight from before, though he never stops smiling. there's something unmistakably sad, like a weight, that drapes over him more than any fabric, more than any cold from the water. the cage is open, indeed. ]
[ what an admirable life to have lived. there's some part of taair that aches for something similar - a vision of a future that could never come to pass.
the hand on his head settles, and he turns his gaze down to the water again, watching the waves come in and out, watching the sand swirl as the water moves it. up, and back into place. up, and back into place.
he's quiet for a long time. taair likes to talk - he's full of his stories, after all - but these thoughtful, reflective moments are commonplace, too. it is a weight he's accustomed to carrying, after all these years. ]
... I think that it is a long, sad story, but one that now has a bookend. There are far better things. [ things like these ocean waves. things like kindhearted company, and people to learn from. his head lifts up into the gesture, and this time, his smile is a little more genuine. ] There's no need to feel sorry, Jiaoqiu. But thank you.
You would berate me, I think, if I told you there was nothing to feel sorry about for the painful experiences of my own past.
[ just a guess, even if they've only know each other a few days. his expression is fond, though. he'll keep his hand where it is for a little bit, because the connection is nice. ]
[ taair says, with a laugh - even warmer this time. ] But I understand what you're trying to say - and I'm very grateful for your kindness.
[ he turns back to the water again, watching the waves roll in. ]
It's a funny thing for a historian to say, isn't it! I guess I do a bit of both. [ hehe. ] The best part of it all, you know, is that I have the opportunity to experience all these new things.
I'm glad that you do. I find myself in similar shoes, so to speak. An old fox, learning new tricks.
[ his tail sways happily behind him. ]
In any case. A historian, in my opinion, must be able to take value in all parts of history, future, present and past, in order to be worth their salt.
Then, my dear friend, let us learn many new tricks together.
[ this clearly makes him very happy. the tailwagging also makes him happy, but mostly because he's never seen it before and it's charming. cute! ]
And I agree full-heartedly! You are very wise, you know. [ he just has that aura about him...wise asian auntie fox. ] I've decided that I want to chronicle the lives of the people who are here, in our time in this place. Eight weeks should be plenty of time to gather everyone's stories, or at least enough that if we ever get a library, I can start to look into contextualizing them.
I hope you'll sit for interviews with me, Jiaoqiu.
[ what's it like to be able to stand up without all of your bones crunching ]
He's the leader of the Luofu, so perhaps that follows for those in charge. I trust him with my life. Though, don't tell him so. I would prefer he sweat.
[ pfft - he poorly muffles a giggle with his hand, polite. ]
Duly noted. Really… it was their mannerisms that were similar. Sir Leonide is an interesting man, for the most part. He’s very large and a capable fighter… but he loves to garden.
[ us like circling each others lore in playing polite characters ]
Those simple pleasures. [ that jiaoqiu mentioned before - he says this with a little smile, fond, and straightening. ] Perhaps we can start a garden here, too, besides the small one we have.
Both of things involve creation. It says a lot about you, I think.
Yes, I think so. I think... wanting to create things for others - to put your hands to things and make them yourself - and then to do so with things that can be delicate, or require extra attention... I think these are skills of good people.
[ after all, you could just pay someone to do it for you, but you don't. there's something so valuable about having something you made.
he stretches his own hands out in front of him briefly, then drops them to the side. ] It's nice, is all. And to share those things with others, even more so.
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I'm sorry that life's simple pleasures were withheld from you. [ he says after a moment. ] Your cage is open now, little hummingbird.
[ he of course doesn't know any specifics, but - he's very good at insight. he can make some guesses. ]
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ah. it's a sweet, simple apology - and one that speaks volumes, both in its meaning and to jiaoqiu's observational skills. taair looks up at him, eyes slightly wide, scanning his face... before he huffs, and shakes his head, looking down. ]
...So it is.
[ but it's lacking all of that joy and delight from before, though he never stops smiling. there's something unmistakably sad, like a weight, that drapes over him more than any fabric, more than any cold from the water. the cage is open, indeed. ]
Was that so obvious?
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[ he shifts a little, and rests a hand on taair's head, easy, gentle. that weight is keenly felt, and he thinks, you are too young for this. ]
I listen, when people speak. That's all. [ ... ] There's no need to go into detail if you'd prefer not to. For now, you should enjoy the waves.
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[ what an admirable life to have lived. there's some part of taair that aches for something similar - a vision of a future that could never come to pass.
the hand on his head settles, and he turns his gaze down to the water again, watching the waves come in and out, watching the sand swirl as the water moves it. up, and back into place. up, and back into place.
he's quiet for a long time. taair likes to talk - he's full of his stories, after all - but these thoughtful, reflective moments are commonplace, too. it is a weight he's accustomed to carrying, after all these years. ]
... I think that it is a long, sad story, but one that now has a bookend. There are far better things. [ things like these ocean waves. things like kindhearted company, and people to learn from. his head lifts up into the gesture, and this time, his smile is a little more genuine. ] There's no need to feel sorry, Jiaoqiu. But thank you.
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[ just a guess, even if they've only know each other a few days. his expression is fond, though. he'll keep his hand where it is for a little bit, because the connection is nice. ]
But you're right. We are always moving forward.
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[ taair says, with a laugh - even warmer this time. ] But I understand what you're trying to say - and I'm very grateful for your kindness.
[ he turns back to the water again, watching the waves roll in. ]
It's a funny thing for a historian to say, isn't it! I guess I do a bit of both. [ hehe. ] The best part of it all, you know, is that I have the opportunity to experience all these new things.
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[ his tail sways happily behind him. ]
In any case. A historian, in my opinion, must be able to take value in all parts of history, future, present and past, in order to be worth their salt.
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[ this clearly makes him very happy. the tailwagging also makes him happy, but mostly because he's never seen it before and it's charming. cute! ]
And I agree full-heartedly! You are very wise, you know. [ he just has that aura about him...wise asian auntie fox. ] I've decided that I want to chronicle the lives of the people who are here, in our time in this place. Eight weeks should be plenty of time to gather everyone's stories, or at least enough that if we ever get a library, I can start to look into contextualizing them.
I hope you'll sit for interviews with me, Jiaoqiu.
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My life is not so interesting, but if you insist. [ amused. ] You should speak with General Jing Yuan. His life is fascinating, and worth a chronicle.
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Oh! I have, at least a bit. We tried on hats. [ what ] He is your superior, yes? The one with his own room?
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That's right. Spoiled. [ jing yuan your room privs ] He's a good man.
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I got that impression as well. He reminds me a bit of the head of the Radiant Guard.
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He's the leader of the Luofu, so perhaps that follows for those in charge. I trust him with my life. Though, don't tell him so. I would prefer he sweat.
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Duly noted. Really… it was their mannerisms that were similar. Sir Leonide is an interesting man, for the most part. He’s very large and a capable fighter… but he loves to garden.
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[ that's cute. ]
Well rounded, as well. Gardening should be a necessary skill.
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[ weirdly, he sidesteps around the rest of the chat around leonide? weird. moving on! ] I could see you growing your own plants for your spices.
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That is exactly what I do. When I was alive, all I needed was a kitchen, a garden, and a place to sleep. I think I still might only need that.
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Those simple pleasures. [ that jiaoqiu mentioned before - he says this with a little smile, fond, and straightening. ] Perhaps we can start a garden here, too, besides the small one we have.
Both of things involve creation. It says a lot about you, I think.
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Does it? [ he asks, curious and amused. ] Hopefully only good things...
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[ after all, you could just pay someone to do it for you, but you don't. there's something so valuable about having something you made.
he stretches his own hands out in front of him briefly, then drops them to the side. ] It's nice, is all. And to share those things with others, even more so.