middaeg | Intro Log: February Overflow

[ Ienzo isn't reacting too adversely to his blunt manner, so that's a plus. ]

I as well.

[ He seems more purposeful if only from years of staking out new places. ]

Now is a good time to learn about the locals. Have confidence in yourself.

[ Ienzo nods slowly. If you put it like that, well. It doesn't sound quite so difficult to join in. ]

True enough, the atmosphere is certainly amiable...

[ He looks at his impromptu company for a moment, appearing thoughtful. ]

Are you curious too? About the festivities.

The knowledge is important.

[ It's kind of a 'yes'. Ienzo will have to get used to Raemiel's at-times roundabout way of speaking. ]

Come then.

[ He starts walking towards the bonfire. Good thing he has his cloak on, the heat wouldn't hit him directly. Seems like he expects Ienzo to follow him. ]

I cannot argue with that reasoning.

[ The more understanding the better, in Ienzo opinion. At the invitation-or, command? Ienzo hesitates briefly. Though he decides quickly there's no harm in accompanying him into the crowd.]

Oh. I'm Ienzo, by the way- what was your name?

Raemiel.

[ A simple one-word name, bereft of title or bloodline. That's how he presents himself here, someone with little attachment. His words may seem rude, without even as much as a 'nice to meet you', but the absence of superiority or any significant tone has an opposite effect. ]

Flames were believed to have cleansing properties. You know of what transpired days before? Then this festival could draw the people's minds away from such dark things.

[ Ienzo doesn't exactly have a bloodline himself. Nor is his world one to pay such things much attention. So at Raemiel's introduction he simply nods in acknowledgement. ]

Are you referring to the trials?

[ Ienzo had caught the literal tail end of all that. He only knew what had been broadcasted through the watches. ]

Yes. It is important, as we outsiders are implicated in it.

[ He looks around at the bonfires, heading towards one with more children. ]

The trial has ruled in our favour, proving the population is capable of honourable decisions.

[ That was certainly fortunate. The festival seemed proof enough the city hadn't succumbed to disarray in the fallout of the trial. Still, caution didn't seem like a bad idea either. ]

Right...the details have certainly been gruesome.

[ And terrifying. The sentence of execution was not one to be handed down lightly after all. ]

[ Raemiel wonders if Ienzo knows enough about the trials. Then again, there are other Mirrorbound who have been here since the beginning; they would be better equipped to inform the human about it. He doesn't have a lot of information himself.

A pause before he speaks again, to change the subject. ]

Do you dance?

[ Ienzo's eyebrows rise at that. ]

Dance? [ He considers for a moment. ] I've, not actually tried it before. So, no. I don't dance...

[ There's no sense of shame in his voice. No members of his family are the sort to dance after all, nor are they sort to encourage it in any way.]

[ Raemiel nods. If Ienzo doesn't wish to involve himself with that, then they can just watch. It's not likely that they'll be in a situation where dancing becomes absolutely compulsory. ]

I see.

[ There are quite a few children around this bonfire. Some are playing, others are trying to dance while watched over by their parents. Raemiel falls silent, observant; but they are being observed in turn, and eventually one of the kids break away to approach and look at them. They're both people with blue hair, it stands out. ]

[ Ienzo's fine with observing for a moment. And it didn't feel quite so awkward now that he had company.

As the child breaks away to observe them both in turn, Ienzo pauses for a moment. Then he offers them a tentative smile and a small wave from his hand. ]

This world...is it similar at all to the one you come from, Raemiel?

[ The child smiles back at Ienzo, but only him. It seems Raemiel's intentionally icy demeanour still holds here. ]

In some ways. Magic exists, as well. But this world lacks what humans call 'digital technology'.

[ Raemiel is a traditional person, so he doesn't use them. Members of his council do use phones and computers for their trade, though. ]

[ Ienzo feels a twinge of sympathy for Raemiel, though he can understand how the child might find his chilliness a little scary. ]

It does, although.

[ He raises his hand, showing the watch. ]

At least we have these, even though logically they seem slightly out of place...

Logically?

[ He peers at Ienzo. Digital advancement did coexist alongside magic for most changelings. There isn't really an incompatibility between them, at least from what he's seen. It's rather a matter of affordability. ]

[ Ienzo pauses for a moment, but realizes he should elaborate.]

Ah, I'm referring to the infrastructure. Given the functionality it has, it feels odd that this place hasn't applied similar technology where relevant in buildings or facilities. Especially given the sophistication of the magic found here.

[ Of course he's not been here long enough to fully grasp the limitations and dilemmas this world is experiencing. But this place reminds him of the brink his own home had once fallen to. It's hard for his mind to not churn over the possible ways of improving things, expanding what's already possible. ]

Intro Log: February Overflow

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