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[demonicbeauty]

State your business with Ariadne...

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[demonicbeauty]

Do you...know him?

[righthemisphere]

Oh- no.. no, not personally. He's kind of a legend where I come from, though. Big fan of his work with the rebels.

Don't worry about it.

So you guys were talking about a greenhouse? Where do you wanna build it?

[demonicbeauty]

[Uh huh...]

We hadn't gotten that far. It seems like the fields or the Willful Machine would be best.

[righthemisphere]

Willful Machine is built up unless you mean your place, which could work if you've got the space. I've got protected land if you don't mind the lantern journey to Feed.

[demonicbeauty]

Not at all.

The more space, the better, I would think.

[righthemisphere]

Well, great. I was planning on building one anyway so I can't see there being an issue. I'll run it by Chuck but I'd love to get this off the ground as soon as possible.

[A small chuckle. Slightly guilty.]

I've got trays and trays of seedlings ready to plant out. Do you think you could spare a few buckets of dirt from your garden? Really cover our bases.

[demonicbeauty]

Of course.

[A pause. Nope, she can't let it go.]

I'm sorry. Luke is a legend?

[righthemisphere]

[Damnit]

Uh well, kinda.

[He just. God he doesn't want to get himself into any kind of trouble, here.]

Well, I've just heard about.. his life. I guess. Pretty neat. All the stars.. and. Wars.

[demonicbeauty]

[She presses her lips together.]

"Legends" are usually dead...

[righthemisphere]

Huh? Oh- no, not in this case. Happily Ever After, if memory serves.

[demonicbeauty]

Happily ever after?

[She's even more confused.]

I'm not sure how that doesn't imply...long dead. Is Luke dead in your time?

[Now she sounds genuinely anxious.]

[righthemisphere]

No, no, it just means everything worked out in the end and it's all good. Don't think about it too hard, okay? It's all good.

[demonicbeauty]

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[She shakes her head, exhaling through her nose.]

It's only that he's a good friend. I don't like the idea of something bad happening to him, you know?

[righthemisphere]

Totally, I get it. I didn't mean to scare you. It's all good.

[demonicbeauty]

Sorry for overreacting. I don't know what's wrong with me lately!

[Yes, she does. She just doesn't want to admit it.]

[righthemisphere]

[There's a pause as Raleigh nearly, foolishly, asks if it's her time of the month. But he has a sister and he isn't stupid, so he chooses Option B. Might not be any safer, though.]

It's been a weird winter. I know a lot of people are struggling with corruption right now. You wanna talk about it?

[demonicbeauty]

Oh, it's not corruption. I promise that.

[Being Warmblooded, she's not sure it's even possible.]

I guess, I've just had a sort of epiphany lately. About how my life has changed. About I have more choices in Trench than I ever had back home.

[righthemisphere]

[Phew! Relief. He isn't sure he's actually equipped to talk someone down from corruption, anyway. Not if his last conversation with Lance is anything to go by.]

Ah.. yeah, that's a big one. Just in general? Where you go, what you do?

[demonicbeauty]

Yes, all of that.

And even more!

[righthemisphere]

Oh yeah? Like what?

[demonicbeauty]

I suppose I have the freedom to do "normal" things.

Like...go out dancing. Or learn new skills for the fun of it. Fall in love. Swim in the sea for no reason at all. And learn to bake...well, maybe I should stay clear of the kitchen...

[righthemisphere]

What, no good in the kitchen? I could give you a couple tips if you want. I grew up cooking with my mother.

[demonicbeauty]

I'm a menace!

[She laughs.]

At least, according to the palace cooks.

[righthemisphere]

[Laugh!]

That must have been a sight.

What was the castle like? White and gleaming?

[demonicbeauty]

More...purple. Purple and gleaming.

The granite and marble was ancient. More than a thousand years old. Quarried from a secret cavern that no one's been able to find for centuries. The only white was the marble on the floor. Oh! I loved those tiles! I used to practice walking them without touching the grout between when I was a little girl!