dreamcrystals | S'mores! And a Request

Sender: Oriphi
To: All
Subject: S'mores! And a Request

Hello, everyone!

Since there are so many new dreamwalkers who've just arrived, I thought it might be nice to encourage everyone to get together and meet! There is a communal firepit in a clearing just outside of the residential area where I've got a fire going, and I have plenty of supplies to make "s'mores," which I only just learned about recently. (Thank you, Miss Tifa!) If you haven't had this before, please come and try it, it's delicious!

Additionally, I have a request for everyone to please keep an eye out for a few individuals... I realize that this may be in vain since their names did not appear in the directory, but just in case...

Colin
He is a tall, half-elven man with long, dark hair. He is very charismatic and funny and likely to be found busking with his lute somewhere or telling stories!

Aerie
Also tall, but fully an elf, very pretty and intelligent, also with dark hair (but not related to Colin!). She usually has three wolves with her. Extremely competent hunter!

Mellon
Also tall, also fully an elf, he usually does not wear a shirt. He loves to drink and might try to clear out any supply of alcohol... Please do not get into a tavern brawl with him.

Dae
Also tall, and also fully an elf, with white hair and red eyes. He is very good at magic and possibly would want to spar with you! Would likely have an owl familiar with him.

Cibark
Even taller and very very strong! He is a half-orc with green skin and usually wears armor and wields large weapons. He has a very dashing and heroic aura about him!

Sian
Not tall! They usually wear a cloak and a mask. Usually quiet but very sassy. They might be flying around, but they also don't usually remember that they can do that.

[ Ori why are you always surrounded by tall people ]

If at any point in the future you come across anybody who seems to fit these descriptions, please let me know!

(( ooc: Naturally open to these moving into or starting as an action thread! Come get s'mores! Or not. I can't tell you what to do. ))

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I do miss my princess.

[In some way, Beatrix wonders if she misses her soldiers. In a fashion, perhaps. If only for the same stability and familiarity that she's been clinging to since her arrival. But that's not the same.

Oriphi continues and she pauses for several breaths before she airs a soft huff of air. Someone special. Her? There aren't many who are particularly endeared to her company. Or vice versa, honestly.]

You are asking me if I have a paramour in Alexandria. [Lifting a hand, she pinches the bridge of her nose after a breath.] No. Nothing of the sort. Such things do not suit me.

[ Ori sincerely isn't expecting Beatrix to answer any other way— after all, she doubts that holding the rank of a trusted general for the royal family leaves much room for relationships. But she's glad she asked anyway, if only for the sake of getting to know Beatrix a little better. ]

Aha, I thought so. I suppose you wouldn't have had the time for such things, huh? I'm sure you had plenty of admirers, though.

Thankfully, your princess doesn't have to miss you, since supposedly our waking selves are still going on with our lives...

Admirers.

[Beatrix says it like she doesn't know what to make of the word, but she supposes there's likely some truth in it. Anonymous parcels get sent all the time to those within Alexandrian court and she's not exception. Lines of poetry about hair and eyes and other romantic ideals in courtyards and such things.

She decides to leave it at that. Admirers or not, Beatrix has never taken the time to entertain such a notion.]

I suppose her not missing me is a blessing of sorts. In one way or another. Although even were I not there, awake, I do not think she is the sort to miss me. I am, after all, merely a servant in her kingdom. If it were not me, it would simply be another. Such is the life of a servant, I should think.

[ Admirers! Ori doesn't have to know much about the Alexandrian court or politics to know in her heart that Beatrix surely has secret admirers. How could she not? Honestly, she probably has secret admirers here, too.

What she says following, though, pulls Ori's face into a frown. ]

Oh... You think so? I don't know what your princess is like, of course, but... I would like to think that she would miss you. She trusts you with her life, and that's a special kind of bond to have with somebody even if you're their 'servant.'

[ And then, a moment later, she adds: ] Please don't speak of yourself like you're not worth missing, Beatrix.

["Please don't speak of yourself like you're not worth missing, Beatrix."

In the face of those words, Beatrix easily forgets everything else Oriphi has said before it. For some moments, she says nothing. Instead, she simply rests with another piece of chocolate beneath her teeth. It's bittersweet. Ironically, so many other things in her life have been the same way.

You do not know me well enough to say such things.

Beatrix utters out a laugh. Quiet. Dry.]

Well. I am only speaking as I am. Nothing less and nothing more. The people here seem very fond of making me out to be more than I am. Or you all have incredibly soft hearts. I am inclined to think both.

[She smiles, however, no matter how light it may be. Diplomatic in one fashion or another, though a touch flattered by Oriphi's input. How odd it is to have people who genuinely care about her thoughts and feelings.]

I find it serves to complement me well.

[ Ori watches Beatrix grapple with the words she'd spoken to her with an expression that conveys all of the empathy she feels for what she thinks Beatrix's sense of self must be like. Although the other woman is certainly far more steadfast and strong than Ori might ever be, she shares in that feeling of being less than what she truly is. Of not being more. Of not being enough.

She is learning to undo those ways of thinking, thanks to certain people she has met here— and she's more than a little relieved to learn that Beatrix is having a similar experience. ]

You know, I feel the same way sometimes, too. Like I couldn't understand what people could possibly see in me... but my friends - the ones I wrote about - and the people I've met here, they all see something more, and... they make me want to believe in that. In myself.

[ With a tilt of her head, she smiles warmly at Beatrix. ]

Maybe we can learn to do that together.

[For Beatrix, it's not... She would love to argue. To say that there's no way Oriphi could understand. That there's no way for anyone else to understand. If that's true, then it's because she's never given anyone else that opportunity. She doesn't seem inclined to change that. Not voluntarily, anyway.

If people knew the truth of things. If they knew what Beatrix was really capable of, they wouldn't think anything kind of her then. Maybe she should be warding everyone else off with that.

Instead of saying anything, she simply listens.]

I would be disinclined to believe you were anything less than what I think you to be. I suppose it would be convenient for one's perception of self to vary greatly from what others do in contrast.

[However—]

Let us simply rest with the knowledge that such kindnesses are more befitting of you, Oriphi. I trust should you hear these oft enough, you will come to adapt to them.

[ The tiefling senses some measure of unease coming from Beatrix, and already she's prepared to offer apologies for overstepping or misunderstanding the other woman, but in the end she simply lets Beatrix say her piece. Her lips draw into a thin line, an understanding look on her face, and she ultimately decides that it's probably best to leave that talk where it is, for now. This is their first time meeting, after all, and Ori would hate to anger the other woman. She'll still offer a simple apology, at least. ]

All right... I apologize if I've spoken out of turn, Beatrix. I do hope I get to know you more, though, as you— not the princess' knight.

[ And so she'll attempt to facilitate a more lighthearted conversation, one that would likely be considered smalltalk, but at least she doesn't accidentally press any more buttons. At some point, more newcomers arrive, and Ori excuses herself from Beatrix's company in order to welcome the new dreamwalkers properly. She'll continue to glance over to the other woman now and then throughout the rest of her time out in the clearing for gathering just to make sure she's all right, though. ]

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