Hello, it's me

[perroquet]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Swept Manor Grounds
WHEN: Morning of day 12
SUMMARY: Rudely calling like 80% of the Nest out for being cagey.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.



(Hello! Am I doing this right? Hello!!! Good morning!!)

[ The red sun is hardly up, it's barely after breakfast, some of the members of the nest may still be sleeping - and this one doesn't seem to mind. He noisily floods the network like a one-man-band who just won the lottery, his very thoughts musical and abrasively cheerful. ]

(It's been several long days since my young broodmate and I joined you in this dustbowl, but I have yet to meet all of you properly. I understand we're working covertly, but you're all quite cagey for being connected in the head, you know that?)

[ There's either a slight tone of vindication, as though he believes most have earned this morning call for being so standoffish. Or perhaps he's just being loud because he's inexperienced with the symbiote still. Possibly both. It's hard to tell through the band playing behind every word. ]

(Most of you don't know me yet, but I want to get to know every single one of you. Since we have another day here, I'd like to get started. Here, I'll go first-

My name is Gildor Helyanwe, and I'm a bard from Esterport. How are all of you? Well I hope, not getting too hot, learning to ride those constructs?)

[ The band stops. Crickets chirp, though hopefully not for long. If he's left hanging, he has no qualms over striking up the mental orchestra next. ]

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[hymnals]

[ To Adra's mind, all magic has that power--all power, in general. He feels a certain amount of withholding over their connection, and it's only this that makes him pause to consider what Gil's saying more carefully. The Light, too, was often used for less than savory purposes: all doctrines breed zealots. ]

( I'd like to hear what you have to say, too. Or sing. )

[perroquet]

[ That gets him to lighten back up, as a brief but bright laugh rings through the dark. ]

(I'm afraid for a bard, I'm not much of a singer! I'd rather always cast on violin, but singing's faster. Can't escape it.

A rain check then. After this mission, when it's safe to be loud as we want, we find some time to trade songs and make music together.)

[hymnals]

( That works out well, because I can't pluck a string to save my life. )

[ He has some legitimate concerns about their ability to actually survive this mission, but hey. Nothing wrong with optimism. ]

( I'm gonna hold you to that. )