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[ hello!!! out in the gazebo area, eupha can find taair, who is no longer sexy, sitting in the grass. he's got a big red book open in his lap, and appears to be writing something down in it, lifting his head every now and then to just inhale and enjoy his surroundings, and then resume writing.

and!! if she doesn't immediately come run over, she might hear him murmuring quietly to.... someone? something? loud enough to be heard, though. ]

This is very nice, isn't it? It was beginning to feel as claustrophobic as before, but - it's already gotten a bit better, hasn't it, my friend...?

[ Eupha is also not sexy but she does look curiously at the book from afar. Maybe she can ask about it...? But as she approaches, she stops when he speaks. ]

Oh, pardon me. I didn't mean to interrupt you... [ him and...? she looks around. who was he talking to. ]

[ she can look to see that he might have been talking to... the Warm Egg! it's sitting in his lap, tucked carefully among the blue fabric from his outfit. what a weirdo ]

Why hello, Miss Eupha - you're not interrupting at all. Come, would you like to sit for a spell? It's nice to be outside.

I'd like that, thank you. It is nice out here.

[ she'll come over and sit on the ground. ]

That egg... Do you think it might hatch?

I'm not sure yet.

[ so... maybe? he sets his hand on the little thing. ]

But - if it does, then I've hopefully offered a familiar voice for it so it might have someone to enter the heavens with. And if it doesn't, then... well, no harm done, right?

[ taair khalisa nasir friend to birds ]

That's a lovely idea. [ Her face lights up at the thought. ] Perhaps I'll try doing something similar.

Oh, may I ask what that book you have is?

I'm sure it would appreciate it! And if nothing else, perhaps it's nice to have someone to talk to all the same.

[ twinning in disney princess energy here - at the question, taair's smile brightens, too, and he nods! ]

And... of course! I'd only ask that you be kind to it's contents. [ there's a little wryness as he says that, and he shifts back to lift the book so she can see the cover! written on the red leather front in nice gold embossed writing is A Chronicle of Iria, and just underneath that is a name in smaller font Taair Khalisa Nasir. ]

It is... well, I suppose now it's even more appropriate to say it is my life's work - a history of my homeland.

[ She holds it carefully and looks it over. ]

It looks like a lot of thought and care has gone into this... You must really love your homeland.

Ah, you're too kind.

[ the book itself is handwritten - there are carefully produced maps, inset diagrams, and lots of other nice things in the pages. however, as she might also notice... it seems to end awfully abruptly, with a lot of empty pages. he doesn't seem to mind at all if she looks at it with scrutiny, though his expression softens into something a bit melancholy. ]

I do. And... it deserves to have a true history, as opposed to the ones that have been produced of it. I had hoped to spend ten years interviewing the people of Iria, but... well, that wasn't in the cards whether I had died or not.

Not even if you hadn't died...? What do you mean?

Ah, well. That's a long, sad story - perhaps one suited for another time.

[ at least he doesnt seem too bothered by it!! ] Either way, I'm quite happy with what I did get done, at least. And one of the joys of our current situation is that, while my research on Iria may have to stop, I get to learn quite a bit about everyone else's homes, too.

Will you tell me something of where you're from, Miss Eupha?

Oh! [ An apologetic look. But then he turns the conversation to her. ]

I come from the village of Eht Ria, on an island with beautiful beaches and lush forests. There, we mustari live in isolation from the rest of the world, under the protection of the Dragon God.

[ oh this is so coded to his special interests - he looks briefly delighted, and after a moment, turns his book to the back pages, turning it upside down and feeling around in his pockets before pulling out his pen. ]

Oh - wait, wait - will you spell that for me? Eht Ria... a dragon god, an - a mustari? Is that the name of your tribe?

[ is she getting interviewed???? she's surprised at this but okay she will help him spell it. ]

Y, yes, mustari is my tribe. We're distinguished from other people by our third eye.

[ he has been very polite about not looking at the third eye

but now that she's brought it up, his gaze goes to it, unmistakably, and he nods, writing that down - with a sheepish, shy little laugh: ]

...I did want to ask, but it felt very rude...

Is this your first time meeting a mustari face-to-face?

It's all right to be curious. I expected that and worse when I ventured beyond the islands for the first time.

[ ah, relief... he nods. ]

Yes... yes, it is. I'm not sure that the mustari are a people of Rodinia, or that there may even be much of an equivalent, either...

[ so he finds this fascinating. it's from the point of view of genuine curiosity, too. ]

Are your people quite isolated, Miss Eupha? You said ventured for the first time.

Yes. On the mainland, we are considered pagans, practitioners of a faith condemned by Sanctism. Our island is the one place where we are free to worship openly and in peace. To preserve our way of life, we have very little contact with outsiders.

Ah...

[ his face falls a little with that. ] I see. I wish that I could say I'd never heard of such a thing, before, but... such is not the case.

[ it's entirely too familiar. ]

But... I suppose it does make it exciting, to be able to stride out into the world, doesn't it? There is much to learn - though, I imagine you likely have faced judgement, as well...

Yes, it is exciting! [ With enthusiasm. ] Truthfully, I never dreamed I would be able to do such a thing. Facing the judgment of strangers is a price I am happy to pay to be able to see new places and meet new people.

[ hehe. she gets enthusiastic, and so does he, nodding along. ]

Yes - yes, I know the exact feeling! It's wonderful, isn't it? It is by far my favorite thing about being here, so far, as well. I feel as though there are so many things to learn from all of you that I hardly know where to start.

Right? I hope that you'll tell me more about your homeland, too.

Oh - you must be careful saying something like that, or I might ramble on forever.

[ hands clasped together by his cheeks as he says it, as happy as happy can be. ]

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