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[ Wait for it. Wait for it...

A minute later: ]

Jaye,
You brought me things?

Yours,
Alayne.

[ And of course the medieval girl texts like she's writing letters. Of course. ]

i'm fine, wasn't hurt at all. they had some livestock there and i hid with them.
actually took a cow and some chickens back too so if you ever want fresh milk and eggs let me know because there's no way i'm going to eat it all by myself.

and yeah, i brought you things.

[ On occasion, she's been known to break free of the habit, but it seems very odd to her. Not quite like the boards. ]

Dearest Jaye,
You made for the station and returned with a farm!
How ever did you manage with such awful business?
And where on earth shall you keep them?
Surely, not in your own chambers.
If so, I fear I will never visit you again!

Tell me first if they keep close quarters with you.
Then I shall decide where we shall meet.

Yours,
Alayne.

no one noticed an extra cow and i let the cow take my seat on the way back. had some people hold onto the chickens and i made myself small.
they're in the oxygen gardens right now. hopefully not eating anything important.
though if it gets to be a problem maybe i'll get them their own rooms, there are enough empty ones.
apparently a mage might want to use the manure for something so more power to him i guess

Dearest Jaye,
To what end could a mage possibly need the dung of an animal?
That is quite a queer request, in my estimation.
Though I do not claim to understand the ways of magic.

Were the animals frightened?
Were you?

More importantly: did you see the stars?
When you traveled to the station from the ship and back again.

Yours,
Alayne.

no idea. i guess it'd be flammable though? which is kinda worrying.
though i really don't know mages either so whatever.

the animals mostly looked like they really didn't want to be hit with a cattle prod (which is like a stick with electricity)
and. i don't know. i really didn't want to find out what they were doing with everyone. figured if they didn't catch me, i'd have a better chance at finding a way to fix that and get out.

yeah, i saw the stars. it was pretty cool. i was gonna get a picture on the way back but that was before i knew everything there was crazy. still got you the other stuff though!

Dearest Jaye,
Will you tell me more about the stars?
And what you saw about the station, about everything?
Except for the frightening parts, of course.
I fear those would only make me sick with worry.

Come to my room and I shall hear all abou it.
Every morsel you are willing to tell.
I'm afraid I've nothing to offer in return, not even stories.

Father and I proved quite boring, I'm sad to say.

Yours,
Alayne.

yeah of course. i'll bring the stuff over too. i wasn't entirely sure what you'd like but i have a lot so hopefully you like some of it. and i know you were looking for books, honestly these all kind of look boring to me but maybe you or your dad will think they're interesting. i never was a big reader.

don't worry about it. i don't need to be paid to talk, trust me.

give me ten minutes and i'll be there.

Dearest Jaye,
How on earth did you manage to carry it all?
Especially if you'd made yourself small for the journey over.
Did it cost a lot of money, were you left to barter away your things?
Or did you simply smile at all the boys,
as they tripped over themselves to give you their possessions?

[ Alayne smiles at her communicator then and it makes something ache inside her chest, for just half an hour ago she'd been quite unhappy — what with all the unwanted attention and her argument with Jon. ]

You are far too lovely, Jaye, and too kind.
For the books, for the thoughts — for everything, really.
As for the books, I know father would be eager to thank you himself.
He is far better read than I am, I find,
though some of the books he reads are quite boring in my estimation.
He was the Master of Coin once for the king,
and so is fond of ledgers and numbers, as well.
A grand tale isn't quite the same, of course,
but histories and the recollections of sometimes dry course of time
suit him equally well.

Ten minutes, then.
I will count the moments.

Yours,
Alayne.

thought about the smiling idea but they didn't talk AT ALL or really emote or anything so that was out. but i found some bags to stash things in, and all of it was unused due to the uh... nature of the place. for the journey over i just stashed the bags, had some over the back of the cow.

they're all kind of like... self-help books? how to be a better person and work in the community blah blah blah. if they were stories that'd be cool but it's looking like it's all mental exercises and stuff. it was a weird place so i guess they match.

i'm texting and walking, i knew this skill would come in handy one day.

Dearest Jaye,
Mental exercises — how very strange.
Perhaps then it is best for father to see, for I've no mind for such things
and father is endlessly clever.
Have you made his acquaintance?
Would you care to?
It would please me if you did.

In truth, I have difficulty with both,
but I've little experience with all of the buttons.
Better that you should come to me, then I to you.

Yours,
Alayne.

we talked about curtains once but that's about it.

5 minutes now.

Jaye,

Curtains.
Truly?

-Alayne.

yeah.
it was my first month here, i think.
i don't really remember how we got on that topic.

Dearest Jaye,

It seems a conversation that spoke to neither of your strong points.
Nor to your interests.
How very strange.
Did you know he was my father, then?

Yours,
Alayne.

maybe that's why we haven't spoken since
you'd mentioned it while we were talking, i think

Dearest Jaye,
He is not very fond of animals, I'm afraid.
But I do not think that will keep him from liking you.
Just so long as you promise never to bite him,
I believe common ground will not elude you.
He enjoys fine drink and the occasional gossip.
Though he is not fond of fighting, as you are wont to do.

Yours,
Alayne.

never have known what to do with people who don't like animals
and i won't bite him [ without a reason, anyway ] so he's safe there
we could probably bond over drinks & gossip though
i was a bartender once. i don't know if i ever told you that.

It is not that he finds them terrible, by any means.
But they make him uncomfortable, I think.
There is no reasoning with an animal when you have no talent for them.
An unnerving prospect for some, and doubly so for my father, I feel.

Did you work in a tavern?
Was it terribly bawdy?

Yours,
Alayne.

Edited 2012-08-10 01:19 (UTC)

well, they can be dangerous.
he's smart to remember that.

well, a bar. i guess that'd be the same sort of thing.
and it was sometimes.
before i got the bartending job i worked as a bouncer there -- security, basically.
so i had to kick people out sometimes.
once i was bartending, if anyone got too inappropriate, someone got to kick them out for me.

Jaye,

Might I ask a question?

-Alayne.

[ Well that's terrifying. ]

sure

[ She doesn't want to be rude! ]

Why do you enjoy fighting so well?
Why did you learn?

Is it because of your beauty?

[ Alayne knows the kind of attention beauty brings. She herself had been helpless against it, though she makes no indication of that aloud. Still, the implication hangs between her words. Would it have been wiser for her to learn how to fight, too?

(The answer: no. It would have spared her nothing.) ]

[ She doesn't answer right away, pausing in the halls to look down at her communicator. It's a question she could answer simply, but Alayne, she thinks, should know more of the story. ]

i'll tell you in person.
but i guess that is part of it.

[ And Jaye will be at her room soon, a bag of goods from the outpost slung over her shoulder. ]

[ Alayne wonders if she has spoken too freely, panic prickling at her skin during the silence that proceeds Jaye's answer. When it finally comes, she finds it in herself to breathe easy again, giving a short nod to the device in her hand even though there is no one or nothing to see it. ]

In person, then.

[ When Jaye arrives, Alayne is busying herself about the room, trying to make sure that it is tidy and that she herself is presentable (as if there was any doubt; she always is) ]

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