fortunefail | - 87 [Accidental voice / Action]

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[Yuan's scribbled something in his journal. It's a tally on how often certain people from Aselia have arrived in Luceti, to his knowledge. He was hoping to find a pattern, but there doesn't seem to be one.]

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[And just as Yuan finishes locking up the filter, something distracts him, causing him to activate the recording function without realizing it. It's a soft but rapid tapping sound.]

Oh, Selene. [Footsteps, and a window opening.] It's snowing again, hm? ... Come in, then.

[The window is shut again and the journal catches a glimpse of Yuan walking past, holding something small, grey and fluffy in his hand. He's on the other side of the room now, but his voice can still be heard if you listen closely.] I doubt the cold will let up any time soon. It'd be best if you continue to sleep here until winter ends. ... No, I won't mind at all.

[He returns a moment later to find that the journal is recording him and shuts it with an annoyed grunt.]

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[Four years. Four years of being stuck in Luceti. He remembers being astounded for his first anniversary, but four years is something he never expected to happen. Compared to the long life he's already lived, four years might seem like nothing- just a small fraction. Yet Luceti's always been so hectic, so full of painful and awkward experiences that those four years seem like an eternity in itself.

Martel is in Luceti. Yuan still hasn't spoken to her since she left the house to meet with Mithos. Not properly, anyway. He knows she's all right, because she sent him the occasional message on the journal system, but nothing concrete. He never got around to telling her anything about Cruxis, the Church of Martel, the Desians, the Renegades... All the mistakes they've made after her death. ... He couldn't even tell her that she'd died. But how much had Mithos told her by now? How far would he have twisted the truth? He must've told her who's responsible for his death penalty. There is no excuse for this, Yuan knows that, but he still feels the need to explain himself to Martel.

It's leaving him very restless and the fact that Lloyd is still staying in the house isn't exactly helping that. Despite the cold, he's been venturing out into the forest every day to train- 'Train' being a very generous word for it, because most of the time is being spent just sitting and thinking in peace.

Feel free to catch him either by house 8 or in the forest itself.]

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This would normally be a written message, but... Dhaos realizes that he doesn't know how to spell whatever it is Yuan said 8| And he may have heard incorrectly anyway. Clearly this was not an intentional post, but Dhaos is not exactly loaded down with things to do.]

Selene?

[Yuan gets a little irritated when he notices someone actually bothered to respond to that entry. Until he realizes it's only Dhaos, anyway. Then he accepts defeat with a sigh.]

Selene. I wouldn't go as far as to call her a 'pet'. She's more of an occasional guest.

Ah... I suppose that may happen when animals possess the power of speech.

[Not that he heard Selene talk, actually.]

[Journals don't pick up on animal speech, which Yuan considers quite the blessing. She's no longer a young owlet, but she still refers to Yuan as "Blue" whenever she sees him. He gave up on trying to teach her his name.]

Yes. As long as she isn't a bother, she's welcome to visit whenever she likes.

[Yes, Dhaos would... probably have a bit of a chuckle at that. Count yourself lucky, Yuan.]

For which I am sure she is grateful, especially in the winter.

I don't doubt that she is. [He looks up at the little ball of fluff, which is currently resting peacefully in a small nest on top of Yuan's wardrobe. Yes, that warrants a tiny smile, even if the journal's camera will have a hard time capturing it.]

... How have you been, Dhaos?

[Heh. No, the smile isn't visible, but the fact that Yuan lets her in alone says enough.

As for how Dhaos has been... stressed, to say the least, though unharmed. He can feel Giles' presence in the village once more, but he has no idea if the spell has been removed since his absence. Either way, it would be best to simply leave the matter alone, but not knowing is...

...Well, Dhaos doesn't like not knowing.]

...Preoccupied. But otherwise, fine.

[Yuan could definitely sympathize with that. Not knowing the results of your own actions is incredibly frustrating.]

Did something happen?

[Hopefully it does not become a recurring issue... There's a bit of a pause before the answer comes.]

Nothing particularly urgent, at least. [It was more a matter of watching the situation very carefully-- and avoiding suspicion. Hopefully Yuan hasn't noticed anything strange about Giles lately.]

[Yuan hasn't even seen Giles lately, so no worries about that one. And he can take a hint; it's clear Dhaos doesn't want to talk about whatever's keeping him preoccupied.]

Hm... Either way, hopefully it will resolve itself soon enough.

[Good-- at least someone in this village can take a hint, even if only someone Dhaos has already put a fair amount of trust in. It's hard to keep secrets in Luceti.]

Yes... [If he's particularly lucky, maybe it already has. But Dhaos is never lucky.]

In any case, what of you?

[Yuan can sympathize with Dhaos's need for privacy, yes, but he'll expect the same favor in return.]

I have... also been preoccupied.

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