[ dextera lets the chicken snack on her treats while he takes pyra to his little station. in thinking about all that he wanted to write, he ended up gathering a few things that he inherited from those who had left, and while none of it can be pressed into the book like a flower, it helps him think.
he settles down, and invites pyra to do the same. ]
It was awful when we got here. There were… just a few of us… and the town felt so big and empty and broken.
[ still, he talks about it like it’s a fond memory by this point. ]
[ Taking a seat close to him, she listens to the beginning of his tale intently.
Also, if he's not writing anything down in the journal yet, she'll play the part of the scribe. ] ...It must have had no color at all, huh.
But... soon... color did appear, didn't it? By forming bonds.
[ She taps the pen to the paper thoughtfully. It seems like such a shame, that she's only getting to know Dextera now after all this time.... ] Tell me about them.
[ that’s how this town came to be as colorful as it is now, even with the colors flickering in and out as the residents have. dextera tries to think back to the very first change. ]
That’s right. I remember, we ventured into the forest… almost all of us, actually… it wasn’t kind to us. We saw terrible things, but… we came together for it. And I saw my first sunset because of it. A beautiful, soft purple… [ he has to take a deep breath, remembering the people he saw it with. he doesn’t want to cry. ] And then the stars came back. And the colors of our houses.
[ at this, dextera’s next inhale sounds a little heavier. a little wet. he can’t help it, when pyra asks this question like she knows. but then, she must. the town, in its occasional kindness, would never let him be alone for something so fundamental. ]
Yes. Guren… [ something occurs to him, in mentioning guren’s name. ] We accidentally completed a quest. The tulips outside my house, the blue ones… they were our reward.
[ She had noticed the flowers.... ] Guren... [ Ah. She met him! Once or twice. He's the one who had pumpkins with dick carvings on them decorating his house. Truly a highly respectable man, that one.
But besides that... ]
It sounds like a beautiful memory, seeing that sunset with someone you care about, and then accidentally completing a quest.
[ ... ]
I hope you'll be able to meet with him again one day.
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...Oh? I would love to hear of it, actually.
[ She'll be following him to wherever he has a journal and some ink. ]
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he settles down, and invites pyra to do the same. ]
It was awful when we got here. There were… just a few of us… and the town felt so big and empty and broken.
[ still, he talks about it like it’s a fond memory by this point. ]
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Also, if he's not writing anything down in the journal yet, she'll play the part of the scribe. ] ...It must have had no color at all, huh.
But... soon... color did appear, didn't it? By forming bonds.
[ She taps the pen to the paper thoughtfully. It seems like such a shame, that she's only getting to know Dextera now after all this time.... ] Tell me about them.
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[ that’s how this town came to be as colorful as it is now, even with the colors flickering in and out as the residents have. dextera tries to think back to the very first change. ]
That’s right. I remember, we ventured into the forest… almost all of us, actually… it wasn’t kind to us. We saw terrible things, but… we came together for it. And I saw my first sunset because of it. A beautiful, soft purple… [ he has to take a deep breath, remembering the people he saw it with. he doesn’t want to cry. ] And then the stars came back. And the colors of our houses.
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...Were you with anyone, when you were able to see that sunset for the first time?
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Yes. Guren… [ something occurs to him, in mentioning guren’s name. ] We accidentally completed a quest. The tulips outside my house, the blue ones… they were our reward.
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But besides that... ]
It sounds like a beautiful memory, seeing that sunset with someone you care about, and then accidentally completing a quest.
[ ... ]
I hope you'll be able to meet with him again one day.