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Date: 2021-10-17 02:34 am (UTC)
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[she has



never seen a purple vegetable before.]


Um... what is that?

Date: 2021-10-17 05:18 am (UTC)
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It's... safe to eat, right?

Date: 2021-10-17 05:21 am (UTC)
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[ ! ]

No, we can try it together.

Date: 2021-10-17 09:31 pm (UTC)
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That doesn't mean it's okay for you to get sick from it either!

Date: 2021-10-17 10:57 pm (UTC)
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...well, I'm curious, so I want to try it! I ate all sorts of things while I was traveling.

Date: 2021-10-17 11:14 pm (UTC)
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Roasted vegetables are pretty tasty!

[



hey maple what if i just hit you with a memshare right now]

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Date: 2021-10-17 11:18 pm (UTC)
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[sheba will try to help! by which i mean



huh, is that a memshare shard among the plants? funny, that.]

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Date: 2021-10-17 11:19 pm (UTC)
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[the day starts off just like any other.

you rise early, along with the sun. you have breakfast with your little brother - he's the same height as you, even though he's only nine years old and you're eleven; that hardly seems fair, but since you don't share blood, you suppose you can't insist that you should have been taller - and head out to play with the other children who run amok in the dusty streets of lalivero (which is larger than it looks on this map, according to the game's narrative).

maybe you should be more dignified, for being the adopted daughter of the mayor of lalivero. but if the biological son of the mayor can run and play, why can't you? some of the adults whisper about the child of the gods run wild, and some look on fondly, content to see her at play with their children.

today, the game is hide and seek.

your brother is it. he goes to count at the obelisk at the center of town, and all the kids scatter, but you - you stand there frozen. it isn't the warm, familiar streets of your town that you see, although your eyes are wide open; instead, it's soldiers, clad in armor and carrying spears, marching through the sands of the suhalla desert, past venus lighthouse, along the road and on the bridge that crosses the river to lalivero in moonlight.

they're prepared to fight. they're prepared to kill. they will kill, if they need to - if anyone steps between them and their goal, they'll...

you swallow thickly, trembling from the sight of your adoptive mother's blood soaking into the streets.]


Sheba?

[your brother's voice. you blink.

he's there in front of you, away from the obelisk, staring up at you. there's no blood. no soldiers. his mouth moves with a question - why didn't you hide? - but you don't hear it over the music.

but you answer, your voice hoarse:]


Soldiers are coming from Angara.

[you know it's true, just as you know there's a path leading into venus lighthouse through the ruins to the north. you saw that, too.

your brother stares at you, uncomprehending -

and you run, all the way home, because they're not coming here for no reason. they're coming here for you. you shout your adoptive father's name as you burst into the house and explain what you've seen. if you warn them, can this be prevented?

you don't even know why they want you. faran has been in contact with some pompous lord from tolbi - babi, you think his name is - for months now, growing more and more irritated with each letter he receives - but nothing you've seen in his mind justifies a show of force like this. even if they could get past the impassable door in the ruins, they wouldn't stand a chance of getting to the top of venus lighthouse, so why...

faran listens to your explanation, gently plies you for details of the vision that you didn't think to pick out until he asked, and from the shape of the moon in your vision you both come to the conclusion that they'll be arriving that very night.

he tells you it will be fine. his wife swears they won't let them take you, and you shiver as you remember the sight of her blood on the ground.

...you can't let that happen.

that night you and your brother are told to remain in the room you share. the other children have likewise been kept indoors - faran and his wife, and the other men and women of the town, go out to meet them.

the soldiers' voices carry loud and clear in the night - clearly enough for you to hear them through the open window - despite the music.]


Bring us the Child of the Gods!

[they argue. you can hear the argument, too, and though it warms your heart to know they want to protect you, this isn't something you can let stand. these soldiers will use force, if they're provoked.

but maybe they won't be. maybe the warning will be enough for the adults to stay their tongues, to simply insist that there is no such child here.

...

it's not. every word that you hear is just like the one in your vision, and there's no sign of that changing. you can hear the commotion all too clearly. you're not sure if it's memory or not.

there's a tug at the back of your cloak. you realize that you're at your door, and your brother is asking where you're going.

...you shake him off, run out of your room, and leave the house. you run for the city gates.

one of the soldiers is just lifting his spear, his expression contorted with anger. faran's hand is on his wife's arm. his wife looks as though she's about to punch this soldier's lights out.

you dart between them.]


Stop!

[silence.

you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. you're here now, which is different from your vision. is it enough?

slowly, the soldier lowers his spear.]


I'm here. Leave these people be.

[there's a murmur behind you, but you can't make it out over the music. it makes your heart sink, though, and you stare the soldier down.

a moment later, he grabs your wrist. tightly. too tightly. he tugs you forward, and you snap at him - ]


I can walk on my own.

[he chuckles, and unceremoniously hauls you up over his shoulder. you let out a shout and pound on his back, but he barely even seems to notice.]

Lord Babi of Tolbi has cordially invited the Child of the Gods to Tolbi as his honored guest.

[you wonder, briefly, if calling down a bolt of lightning on him would hurt you, too; even more briefly, you wonder if it would be worth it.

...the soldiers leave lalivero, and the laliverans watch them go. you look back from your spot on the soldier's shoulder, and keep looking until the town and its people disappear from your sight.]

Date: 2021-10-18 12:38 am (UTC)
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[it is a lot, and sheba is very tired of people seeing these things. she's younger than everyone here except rika, and she's aware that people tend to treat her a little more nicely because of it; she doesn't want pity to factor into it, too.

but it doesn't feel like pity when rin takes her hand. it just feels like concern, and she blinks rapidly as they come out of the memory.

if she closes her eyes, she can almost see it again, but -

this isn't lalivero or the road to tolbi. that night is years ago, in the past. it's over and done with already.]


I'm okay.

[she repeats it, then gives his hand a soft squeeze in return.]

They shouldn't have, but they did. ...but it's fine. It's over now.

Date: 2021-10-18 01:10 am (UTC)
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Oh, that's...

[hmm.]

...it's true, I haven't had visions since coming here. But... I wasn't called "Child of the Gods" just because of that. It's not really relevant to this place either, though. So... it's fine.

And you're right. No one has any reason to kidnap me here!

[they've


already been kidnapped to wherever this place is?]

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Date: 2021-10-18 01:14 am (UTC)
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[the



what?]

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Date: 2021-10-18 01:16 am (UTC)
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[she really, really wants to know! but also, rin did her a solid and pretended not to notice when she was pissed off, and he's just said "that doesn't matter here".

so she makes herself not ask.

even though she's curious.

memshare pls]


Hee hee, I know. A lot of the people here are really reliable.

[minus their


missing murderers.]


And you're one of them, I bet.

Date: 2021-10-18 02:07 am (UTC)
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[oh.

rin's been through a lot, too.

the terms they're using to discuss a lot of this aren't things she's heard before, but she can get the gist of it, and honestly - she can relate to some parts of it. abandonment, earlier on. and then feeling lost, and alone, and afraid at the end.

it's a horrible feeling. she's blinking tears out of her eyes from just the force of the memory alone as they come out of it, and without thinking, she hugs him.]


...you're okay, too. You're okay.

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