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[ A few days after arriving - his legs re-appearing quite oddly - Umbrosa (Or, Urianger as he'd told her - though he prefered using the name Umbrosa with people) had calmed a little. Though his mind had been stolen by another, he was still a charming young man.

Having slung on a poncho - it hid his strangely strong body, he thought - him and T'rhabye had been stating in Papalydas' house.

Even if, when leaving the door, it seemed to shift and change every single time. (Many exits to the same house - it was confusing.)

And today, it had opened to the beach. There was confusion in Umbrosas' eyes, as he looked back into the house.

What should they do? ]

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...Your touch is toxic to me. A poison which I grow addicted to.

[ Look, he's flirting now. Not as good as her, but. ]

[it's a start! she beams.]

Toxic and intoxicating, hm? But you must be like honey- sweet, and a taste I long to savour.

And yet, having too much of either would bring only pain - for we must make sure not to become addicted.

...I can imagine one would grow addicted to toxins.

We should- best to strive for a good balance between the two of us.

[she nods, leaning forward to bump her head against him.]

It's… it is possible. That's why some substanes are outlawed, after all.

Of course. Sometimes, once you only follow laws to survive, those kinds of laws are... inconvenient.

[ umbrosa...? ]

Umbrosa?

[…but. she thinks she has an idea, tilting her head a little.]

Things… had to change while you were trying to deal with the tribes and stay out of the Empire's grasp. Am I right…?

...There's pains that come with living on the land, with just us few. Sometimes, we all needed escape.

[ But he seems to be seizing up a little in the water, looking away. She won't judge him, will she? ]

To not think about it for a time… I know. I've- been something of a mess, at times.

[she goes to squeeze his hand gently.]

...You have?

I've... once, when we were far too stressed, began to use a synthetic Milkroot. To help relax the others - but it still is something I regret.

I… made a mistake. And I dealt with it badly.

Milkroot… that can be pretty strong, can't it? …did it help them?

...He rests his head on her, and gives her a soft little kiss on her cheek. You don't need to speak of it at this time, T'rhabye.

We were in a stupor for multiple days, from what we recall. Our journals were quite... queer.

[she makes a soft sound, nuzzling up to him.]

…all right. Thank you, Umbrosa.

[they probably should, at some point. But- not now.]

It really is strong, then… What had you written?

Writings of... we seemed to write as if the world was a different one. Calm.

Even if, once we awoke, there were quite a few dead imperials around us, bones scooped out. Moenbryda still holds those journals, if I recall correctly.

If it were calm… that sounds nice.

[…scooped out bones, though. she fluffs a little, wondering- but not very much.]

They must be an interesting read…

...I've not looked back on them. But, um. I hope she's still watching over the others.

...Or me.

Mm… Not a lot of time, I suppose?

[she hesitates- a little uncertain, given it sounded as though this Moenbryda was an Ascian, but…]

It would be good of her if she was. I hope she is.

...Perhaps after our swim, we could, um. Summon her. She taught me techniques. A-and learn of the others.

We could…? [she sounds unsure, tail waving slightly in the water. But… She's important to Umbrosa, so-] It would… be good to know how they've been doing.

It would. I hope they're not hurting - that'd ruin this good mood.

[ Umbrosa is smiling, though, his eyes seeming to glow with his happiness. ]

And you... if you can go though worlds by choice... couldn't you go and see yours? If they worry, that is.

So do I.

[she leans in to kiss him gently.

Though- her ears drop a little at that.]

There aren't… there weren't very many of us left when I departed.

...What... was happening, if you don't mind...?

[ He'll kiss her back, as he asks, so very carefully. ]

I don't want you to... was your home at risk?

There was- we had a good companion, a good friend- given the Blessing of Light. But- they fell in battle, and from there… Everything went wrong. We of the Scions tried, but- [she swallows. Yda, and Papalymo…] We couldn't hold out. I don't know what it would be like now.

...That's horrible. We-- if there had been one with the Blessing, they never... appeared in our darkest times.

[ Instead of saying more, though, he begins to kiss her more - on both her cheeks, so warmly. They both... this is safer for them, isn't it? ]

No… I don't know if that's better or worse. [Because- then nothing happened to them, but…

She wraps her arms around him, clinging a little, and purrs, as hard as she can. It's not a good memory- but he's helping. She's glad they came her- for the most part, it's been a lot better.]

...I hope whoever it was meant to be never suffered. [ He's kissing more and more, wrapping his tail tightly around her. And then... ]

If you had to leave... I'm sure if it became more dangerous, your allies fled as well. [ Oddly enough, he's an optimist... ] We can find them - Papalyda would enjoy it as well, would they not?

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