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Nephry Osborne ([personal profile] silversnowfall) wrote2011-12-06 01:23 am

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While I can't speak for other worlds, in Auldrant we celebrate the "new year" in the middle of winter, shortly after the longest night. It's a bit different from the way things work here...but regardless, I am curious as to how many other worlds share a similar tradition.

[filtered to the Auldrant folks with whom she has made conversation]

Would you like to have dinner, at this house, for the new year? We have some new arrivals, and I think it might be good for all of us to visit with each other. ...You are, of course, free to decline. It's just a thought.

[and further filtered, away from Asch and Luke]

...And to an extent I thought we might...be able to celebrate. Even if time here is a bit different.

[Then? Then she's out and about town, doing things. She'll stop at the bakery, the grocery store...briefly at the battledome, pausing at the programming station but not really doing anything there. Once, she thinks about visiting Professor Nebilim, but she can't be sure of how late the woman stays at the school after class, and she wouldn't want to interrupt.

In short, she's a little bit of everywhere, ending that evening at Good Spirits. For a change of pace. And a drink, of course. Facades can be such a strain on the system.]
lezareno_prez: (Contemplative)

[Voice]

[personal profile] lezareno_prez 2011-12-08 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose whether that is a good thing or a bad thing depends on how you feel about it.

[He's... never really asked Gelda about that, because he doesn't feel it's his place to pry.]
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[Voice]

[personal profile] lezareno_prez 2011-12-09 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
You would think that three years in this place would make it feel more real, yet even now I sometimes find myself wondering if this is all a dream.
lezareno_prez: (Contemplative)

[Voice]

[personal profile] lezareno_prez 2011-12-16 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps it's because strange things are what we tend to expect from something that seems like a dream. After all, we rarely recall the dreams in which we spent a perfectly normal day.