[ Saya's never heard of a homegoing in which someone actually remembered their time here while they were home. Her mind spins out for a moment before deciding she'll never come up with an explanation that makes sense. ]
Alive is a good start. Although you'll have to help me out with what it means to be a dryad. I only ever was one for a couple of days and I'm pretty sure they played fast and loose with the rules.
[ Imeeji being not known for it's reasonable depictions of things, especially in a game where you throw magic beans. ]
You were one for a couple of days? ( What a wild thing to say. )
I'm like... a forest spirit? I mean technically I'm a Sylvan Elf still, but I was changed by all the fae magic into a dryad that's connected to the forest back home. Or. The one here now? I haven't really tested it out - Gods. Can we hug? I really want a hug.
...Oh. I sometimes forget not everyone was used to that madhouse. You know how that sometimes on quests things happen that effect you for a little while? Like they'll give you a physical or mental effect? That stuff happened where I was before all the time. I got turned into a sakura dryad for three days. One of the rare effects I didn't mind.
--Sorry, of course we can. [ Saya opens her arms. ] I just saw you according to my own memory so I didn't think of it.
( Saya always did. Night Sky easily sank into her embrace, fingers curling into her back to grip the fabric of her clothes. ) it's been like... four hundred years. Give or take. Time is weird. I missed you.
( She (reluctantly) loosened her grip so she could look Saya in the eyes again. ) That's good. I wouldn't want anyone crying over me being gone too long. You think Aymeric is worried - he's. He's real, right? Conjuring up the image of a beautiful man to occupy my thoughts isn't too off the mark for me.
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2023 03:26 am (UTC)[ Saya's never heard of a homegoing in which someone actually remembered their time here while they were home. Her mind spins out for a moment before deciding she'll never come up with an explanation that makes sense. ]
Are you okay? Relatively speaking.
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2023 03:36 am (UTC)Besides thinking my loved ones were figments of my imagination? Not terrible. I'm alive. Oh, I'm also a dryad now. ( So... yay? )
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2023 03:45 am (UTC)[ Imeeji being not known for it's reasonable depictions of things, especially in a game where you throw magic beans. ]
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2023 03:49 am (UTC)I'm like... a forest spirit? I mean technically I'm a Sylvan Elf still, but I was changed by all the fae magic into a dryad that's connected to the forest back home. Or. The one here now? I haven't really tested it out - Gods. Can we hug? I really want a hug.
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2023 03:59 am (UTC)--Sorry, of course we can. [ Saya opens her arms. ] I just saw you according to my own memory so I didn't think of it.
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Date: Nov. 21st, 2023 05:32 pm (UTC)( Saya always did. Night Sky easily sank into her embrace, fingers curling into her back to grip the fabric of her clothes. ) it's been like... four hundred years. Give or take. Time is weird. I missed you.
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Date: Nov. 24th, 2023 04:30 am (UTC)[ She gives Sky a gentle squeeze. ] I missed you as well, and in my own memory it's been a couple of days only.
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Date: Nov. 27th, 2023 03:22 am (UTC)( She (reluctantly) loosened her grip so she could look Saya in the eyes again. ) That's good. I wouldn't want anyone crying over me being gone too long. You think Aymeric is worried - he's. He's real, right? Conjuring up the image of a beautiful man to occupy my thoughts isn't too off the mark for me.