garden adventures with pronoun hell

[bleakdrake]

Dawn is the best time for her to be out and about--which may explain why so few have spotted her.

The air in the gardens dips enough that it's only somewhat uncomfortable to them all, but they can still watch the sun slowly light up the world through the clouds. It's the most beautiful thing they've ever seen, and quite a pleasing sight just before she retreats back to her cool room to sleep the day away.

This time, though, she's found her way to the bubbling stream running through a small stand of trees. The way the light glints off of it as the sun rises is entrancing.

So they decide--all in agreement together, for once--to brace itself through the discomfort of the slowly warming air.

She settles quietly in the tall grass beside it, amidst a few chunks of fruit that had fallen from their mouths, and watches.

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[exuviiated]

Even after all this time, Aaron can't shake his old habits of waking up early and going to bed late and then falling asleep whenever he found time. This time, he can't find sleep and takes to wandering.

And this time, he meets someone(thing) new! And is just desperate enough for some company that he approaches. The air is just chill enough to sting the bared parts of his skin, and the sun isn't high enough in the sky to do more than tinge it rosy pinks and intense, feverish blues that mornings bring.

He sits down next to the shambling mass. "--hello. I'm Aaron. How long have you been here?"

[bleakdrake]

It slowly turns their head to observe him.

Is he scared? She doesn't think so. That isn't what his SOUL feels like. They don't know what his SOUL feels like, in fact. It's different. (He's the first person who isn't a monster she's met here.)

"Aar...on..." is all she says. It's a pity they're not as coherent as they could be--they might not be the company he wants.

[exuviiated]

That's... not what he expected. From the back, she-- they?-- don't look too bad, just a little melty, but from the front and facing her...

He's not going to draw attention to it, or her reticence (willing or not).

"Yeah. That's me." He turns to look at the stream, falling into a hopefully companionable silence.

ages later

[bleakdrake]

A long one, at least. Though he might get a little damp from being so close to her, from their melty flakes that occasionally drift off of those...wings?

Eventually, she slides forward, right to the edge of the water. It doesn't seem to know what to make of the distorted reflection.

[exuviiated]

He... follows after her. Looks at himself in the rippling water, as well, and doesn't offer further comment.

The silence is nice. The chill, radiating from the drake, isn't unpleasant; a little cold, but bearable. He'll stay there as long as she does.

[mxmorizethis]

Well, he has never seen anything like this before. He hesitates, almost...afraid? No, not afraid. It's frightening, almost, but he feels almost sad, seeing it, though he doesn't know why.

It seems peaceful, though, so he goes to sit cross-legged next to it, watching it cautiously. "Hi," he says finally. "Nice day, huh?"

Could it even...? Well, it was better to try.

[bleakdrake]

They haltingly turn to the voice, and then--rattle, once they spot him.

Half of it wants to shrink away, half of it is indifferent, and a small part wants to get closer. He reminds them of fire, which is dangerous/not dangerous/home--

But she doesn't attack, not quite. A blade flickers into existence high above, but it flies to the side until it disappears.

The many eyes stare him down.

"Sun," she says finally.

[mxmorizethis]

He stiffens when he sees the creature stiffen, or rattle, or whatever it does, and almost thinks he sees a blade above his head, but nothing happens, and he relaxes. Slightly.

"The sun?" He repeats. The voice is...strange, like many of them at once? It reminds him a little of a Dusk or another Lesser Nobody, and that doesn't make him any less inexplicably sad. He smiles, though, looking up at the object in question.

"Yeah, it is nice, isn't it?" He says, looking at the thing out of the corner of his eyes. "Real pretty."

He hesitates. "I'm Lea," he tells it. "Got it memorized? It's...nice to meet you."

[notsogrimreaper]

The gardens are usually one of Ryoji's favourite spots to visit during the day, partly because of how peaceful they are. He's not surprised to see someone out admiring the view with him, though he is a bit surprised to see it's a creature... creatures? ...he's never seen before.

He carefully walks a little closer to them, sensing an unsettling aura around them. He has a feeling this amalgam is closer to death than some others here. He swallows down his nerves and waves.

"Hello there. It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?"

/pats/

[bleakdrake]

His hand catches her attention first, and her massive head turns to watch it cut through the air. And then to stare at his scarf. It's bright, it's nice.

But he can only keep its attention as long as he waves. The water is much more interesting.

Then, and only then, do the words he said make their way into her thoughts.

"Beau...ti...ful," they breathe.

[notsogrimreaper]

“Yeah… I definitely agree. I like the way the sun shines off the water.”

Can this creature hold a conversation? Ryoji really hopes so. He wants to be able to talk to them, maybe reassure them, if he finds out why they have such a dark aura around them. He isn’t sure how much he can help if he’s the one carrying the conversation.