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[auriphrygiate]

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[wineflavoredroses]

It... Well, I hate to say it, but it's just as fun as it was at home, Traejan, why wouldn't I enjoy it?

[Rose closed her eyes. She could still feel Eridanus's struggling in her many-limbed grasp as her long legs wrapped him like a hastily bought gift before she threw him out.

Why had she done that? The challenge of him daring to further hurt her heart? Jealousy? Green wasn't her color, she had told him once. It should be simple enough to understand it for him, and yet apparently impossible.]

It does help that now I can just simply walk on the walls and ceilings of places, to be fair.

[auriphrygiate]

Well it.. wasn't so literal before. And you might've still preferred not to have to get your hands dirty. I assumed that was the primary reason why you'd send me to do things for you, since that is something I never mind..

[ but if she'd just thought he was exceptionally talented at that sort of thing, he'll accept that as well. ]

I'm glad you feel that way, however. I wondered if you might not take to this whole.. situation.. very well. The better we adapt to all of this the more of an advantage we'll have. People who have been here for years have been trying to seek a way out, so I don't expect this will turn around tomorrow just because we want it to. If this is the game we have to play in the meantime, then we should become very good at it.

[wineflavoredroses]

I don't prefer to dirty my hands. And your results were always above expectation, Traejan. It pleased me very much to be able to trust you with such things.

[She breathes a long sigh.]

I miss my daughter, Traejan. The idea that I won't see her any time soon weighs very heavily on my heart. No matter how I try to make the most of this place, that is more like a boulder I am also trying to push up the proverbial mountain. I imagine you feel much the same way, so I will not act as though I am the only one struggling to come to terms with that.

I would give my eyeteeth to have some assurance that she was safe, though. What do you suppose I should do about finding a way to adapt past this? You know I've never been one to give over to my passions recklessly.

[auriphrygiate]

[ he can't help but look pleased with himself at first, given how much he enjoys praise. it's short-lived though when rosefica mentions her daughter and refers to his own feelings on the matter, which of course he actively tries to literally drown out and not think about too hard. ]

The more power we have, the easier it will be to act. The easiest source of power are the gods..

[ he glances at her as he pauses for a moment. ]

I assume that's what you're referring to? Or something else? For what it's worth, the Fog God asks nothing from you but loyalty. Her only desire is for us to be free in the truest sense of the word. What you do with what you're given is your choice. Obviously I am not saying that is the only solution, but every day I consider that we're here with no magic or wormholes or anything and we can all discuss magical theory forever and none of it will matter because this world doesn't even operate the same way as we're used to. I'm simply confident that even if you have to play someone else's game, you'll find a way to make it benefit you.