It is very practical! [She bundles it close to herself and hugs it to her body.] And most lovely. Thank you. [She is going to wear it every single day.] Did you know that this is the season where those in my world would pass gifts to me? Though I often requested they give to each other instead.
If I could not take them all, then it was best to take none. If I had selected only a few, it would lead to competition for my affection, and the favour of Nateria. I would sometimes accept food items, when I could eat them with the giver.
Besides, those who would give the most were those who could least spare it. They felt that if they could catch my attention, Nateria would solve their problems when she saw that they had nothing more to offer. [And while she didn't accept those gifts, or address the matter directly, the gesture typically served its purpose. A job opportunity would find its way to the family, or a new gathering point would spawn on their land, a rare drop that could be sold to replace long broken equipment would fall into their laps.]
[Given he's the sort who has only given gifts to a few — and before that, only to one — he never really thought of how it might make others feel. As convenient as it sounds, he's not sure he likes the idea of someone swooping in to solve all his problems, either.]
There any competition for your affection here, now that you don't have Nateria to deal with?
No! [She says this like it's the obvious ideal answer.] I am free to share it where I please and there are lots of people with whom I wish to share it. [Like, five or six! Heaps! And Pom gets a double— no, triple — helping.]
[But after insisting that, she (reluctantly!!) moves on.] Rowan. They are kind to me, and are helpful. And have excellent jokes. They bring me food nearly as often as you. [Hah! Slipped some Pom in!]
And Elijah! He is caring and sweet and bad ass! [This is a compliment — his rear is shapely!]
Gale, as well! Though he will not allow me to fix his Void orb. [Vorb.]
And... [she hesitates.] Rosie has returned. [Which is... complicated. She missed her. Dreadfully. But her return to Karteria is... worrying.]
[Pom hmms in response. He knew Rosie was back, but hasn't asked for any more detail than that. He's not sure he wants to know what happens when someone whose Augmenter broke comes back, especially with how Northly has been acting toward Patho-Gen.
Perhaps he should know, though. He's supposed to be keeping an ear to the ground on that sort of thing, even if the idea rattles him.]
She does not. She does not remember much until she woke here once again. [She squeezes his hand in return.] Though it is perhaps at odds with my wishes for my own memories, I hope that remains the case.
[Fragments of what happened in October have returned to her, but they are few and far between and only serve to place an itch where those memories should reside.]
I can't say which I'd prefer, aside from not losing myself to the Souls at all.
[Which is a very current fear of his; even now he swallows down a pang of hunger. Better not to address it by dodging onto a tangentially related topic.]
[She doesn't like thinking about Rowan worrying, Pom worrying. Because she knows he is — knows that he raised Rowan's concerns to bring forward his own. A disguise for his thoughts.]
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Why not keep something nice for yourself? They wanted you to have those gifts, right?
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If I could not take them all, then it was best to take none. If I had selected only a few, it would lead to competition for my affection, and the favour of Nateria. I would sometimes accept food items, when I could eat them with the giver.
Besides, those who would give the most were those who could least spare it. They felt that if they could catch my attention, Nateria would solve their problems when she saw that they had nothing more to offer. [And while she didn't accept those gifts, or address the matter directly, the gesture typically served its purpose. A job opportunity would find its way to the family, or a new gathering point would spawn on their land, a rare drop that could be sold to replace long broken equipment would fall into their laps.]
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There any competition for your affection here, now that you don't have Nateria to deal with?
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Tell me your favorites. And not me. I know about me.
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[He talks to her for more than five minutes all the time, sometimes multiple times a day.]
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Because that is what I enjoy!
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And Elijah! He is caring and sweet and bad ass! [This is a compliment — his rear is shapely!]
Gale, as well! Though he will not allow me to fix his Void orb. [Vorb.]
And... [she hesitates.] Rosie has returned. [Which is... complicated. She missed her. Dreadfully. But her return to Karteria is... worrying.]
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Perhaps he should know, though. He's supposed to be keeping an ear to the ground on that sort of thing, even if the idea rattles him.]
How is she?
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I just hope she doesn't remember what happened as we remember it.
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[Fragments of what happened in October have returned to her, but they are few and far between and only serve to place an itch where those memories should reside.]
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I can't say which I'd prefer, aside from not losing myself to the Souls at all.
[Which is a very current fear of his; even now he swallows down a pang of hunger. Better not to address it by dodging onto a tangentially related topic.]
Rowan is worried about you, you know.
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[There's an implied but somewhere in there.]
It's just... you know you can talk to us.
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She knows that's not what he means. But... ]
We must go fishing.
[She doesn't like thinking about Rowan worrying, Pom worrying. Because she knows he is — knows that he raised Rowan's concerns to bring forward his own. A disguise for his thoughts.]
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Now?
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[He's equal parts gentle and stern.]
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[Two can play at this game, Northly. He stops, crossing his arms.]
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[Not that he's a pet. He's Gale's partner.]
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