un: man's greatest treasure [text]

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[While on the boat ride from hell, there's a point in the first night where Hermione decides what the hell, for morale.]

I have mint leaves for anyone who is sea-sick, so please reach out if you would like some. I can float them to your boat. Chewing on peppermint would've been better, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

[There is a pause on her end here, before she writes out the rest:]

For whoever is holding the candles lit, if you are having trouble staying awake or keeping calm, maybe we can exchange stories. Surely if we whisper into our pendants...

Oh, one more thing! Does anyone know how to change the display name on these bloody things?

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[paperbutterflies]

As you guessed, I did choose the name. We were rather spoiled, on arrival in Taravast.

[reparo]

Can't even imagine what that feels like, in hindsight.

[paperbutterflies]

[ It takes a little while before he can find the words to respond, even if he knows they are not the best words, either. ]

I think... for all that we were given, we tried to give back, too, whether by protecting people from immediate dangers or by helping to rebuild and heal. I hope that Taravast can be safe, from here on.

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[She hopes they don't hear about the contrary, just for that hope.]

I think we did the best we could. We helped people, we helped rebuild - but ultimately, it will be up to Taravast to help itself.

[paperbutterflies]

Unless we would stay and take over, which we really should not do, yes. It is up to the citadel to find a way forward. Hopefully a better way with fewer lies.

[reparo]

And hopefully fewer interferences from external forces who want the land for themselves, too.

[paperbutterflies]

In this realm, this seems a somewhat more far-fetched hope. But... a good one, all the same.

1/3

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[She may have been witnessing an interraction between father and son over there that has had her biting back a specific reply.]

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[Will she keep quiet forever?]

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[NOPE.]

You know, I absolutely hate flying. If you put me on a broom again, I'd probably get queasy and my palms would sweat and I'd be deeply uncomfortable. Also someone telling me to not look down would make me immediately remember how high I am.

[paperbutterflies]

[ Sizhui considers and almost asks what would happen if she is only a couple of chi in the air, but in the end, it doesn't matter, and is not going to help. ]

... broom?

[ Focusing on the important questions, or something. No, he heard her, but it's complicated. His seasickness is a sign, he knows now, of his not belonging to the Lan Clan by blood - not something that would matter much here, he thinks, but back home, it would have put him into danger, and others beside him, despite Hanguang-jun's efforts.

And he has to get through this journey - and Hanguang-jun is trying to help. That's enough, he thinks.

So, asking about the part which he doesn't quite understand. ]

[reparo]

Flying broom.