[This encounter is tinged with no small amount of wariness. L's putting a lot of effort into keeping the trauma he suffered on account of Myr separate from the closest thing to friendship he can experience. And he's doing a good job of it, as he particularly does when any matter of the mind is deliberate. But matters of the heart are always more complicated and unstable. His smiles are pale, his laughter tinged with the slightest trace of skittishness.]
Here, it's Samuin. Where I'm from it has various names, but... Halloween is a popular modern one, in my time. The date is the threshold between the 10th and the 11th month. The harvest is in and the weather's turning colder. If you believe in such notions, whatever barrier exists between the world of humans and spirits is thinnest, but...
[He trails off. He's seen proof of existentially flooring entities and creatures, but he still hasn't reconciled or made his peace with the thought that those things that defy logic could exist in his own comparatively ordinary world. Kira and the shinigami were outliers, and perhaps not coincidentally the harbinger of such a logical being's downfall.
He clears his throat, shaking his head briskly.]
No... it is what it is. Aside from the fact that birthdays are themselves a reminder of a human's mortality... I couldn't really take the time off to celebrate, or do it in any meaningful way. I didn't have friends or relatives. There was more work to address by nature of the date, and I ate cake every day, rendering its significance moot. My handler probably gave up on trying to make the day happy a decade or more ago.
[Whether the alcohol is loosening his tongue or he's simply reached the point where he trusts Myr enough to say these things, there are... certainly some pieces of information here that would be new to the elf. Maybe strange; perhaps contradictory, with what he already knows of "Linden" and his life before Aefenglom.]
Who took you from the slum and... presumably, your family? It was my assumption that you went to study willingly.
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Here, it's Samuin. Where I'm from it has various names, but... Halloween is a popular modern one, in my time. The date is the threshold between the 10th and the 11th month. The harvest is in and the weather's turning colder. If you believe in such notions, whatever barrier exists between the world of humans and spirits is thinnest, but...
[He trails off. He's seen proof of existentially flooring entities and creatures, but he still hasn't reconciled or made his peace with the thought that those things that defy logic could exist in his own comparatively ordinary world. Kira and the shinigami were outliers, and perhaps not coincidentally the harbinger of such a logical being's downfall.
He clears his throat, shaking his head briskly.]
No... it is what it is. Aside from the fact that birthdays are themselves a reminder of a human's mortality... I couldn't really take the time off to celebrate, or do it in any meaningful way. I didn't have friends or relatives. There was more work to address by nature of the date, and I ate cake every day, rendering its significance moot. My handler probably gave up on trying to make the day happy a decade or more ago.
[Whether the alcohol is loosening his tongue or he's simply reached the point where he trusts Myr enough to say these things, there are... certainly some pieces of information here that would be new to the elf. Maybe strange; perhaps contradictory, with what he already knows of "Linden" and his life before Aefenglom.]
Who took you from the slum and... presumably, your family? It was my assumption that you went to study willingly.