IC CONTACT FOR HUGS

[iustaegis]

IC CONTACT

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[ Pyra ♢ Mythra ♢ Pneuma

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[carbungle]

[Hah, fair. A smirk crosses his lips.]

Okay then... what's your favourite colour?

[iustaegis]

Blue.

[ Which wasn't a thing until they had fallen for... well, Somnus first. But Noctis as well. ]

Yours?

[carbungle]

Oh, um.

[He lifts a hand to idly scratch at his cheek. He hadn't expected the same answer.]

It... used to be blue? Not totally sure anymore. Feels kinda cliche.

[The colour of his magic hasn't exactly brought him nothing but joy like it used to, so things are complicated.]

Okay- favourite dessert? I remember you like cake.

[iustaegis]

[ Her brow raises. ]

--You want me to choose just one?

[carbungle]

[He snorts indelicately.]

If you feel that strongly about it, make a list.

1/2

[iustaegis]

[ She appears to think....

To really think.

To concentrate, her nose scrunching, eyes closed, and...! ]

[iustaegis]

Got it.

[ Her head snaps back up to look at him. ] You ready? You better not forget this list.

[carbungle]

I'll do my best but promise nothing.

[If the list really is as long as she's implying, he's totally gonna forget most of it.]

[iustaegis]

[ Oh yes, it's going to be a very long list. ]

One: All

Two: Cake.

[carbungle]

[He can't help it; he laughs, shaking his head. That, too, is a familiar sort of answer.]

A very long list... when I was a kid, that's what I said when someone asked me what kind of fish I like.

[iustaegis]

[ As if Mythra has tried all cake, ever--

She makes a face. ]

Mm... But as a kid, did you even know what a monkfish was yet?

[carbungle]

I don't even know what a monkfish is now.

[Judging by the name, if it's anything like monks in video games, it would be a challenge to catch.]

[iustaegis]

[ Her smile is wry. ] When's your birthday again?

[ She's gonna ask Rawna for a monkfish. ]

[carbungle]

Don't ask me, Carbuncle's the one who gave it away. Not my fault if you two forgot already.

[And Pyra never gave a birthday for either of them. Do crystal-people not have one?]

[iustaegis]

Ehhh.... [ Now that he brings it up. ] I happen to remember that it was your birthday recently in your world, too.

So. Do you want to be scarred for life sooner or later?

[ What she's not telling him is: monkfish might look nasty, but apparently they're a delicacy, one that Pyra does know how to prepare and cook. ]

[carbungle]

You're not really filling me with anticipation here.

["Scarred for life"... and he's already seen some weird fish. How worried should he be?

He holds his hand out, though, gesturing with his palm up.]

Gimme your hand for a sec.

[iustaegis]

[ She glances down at his palm, then at him, then places hers in his. ]

Oh?

[carbungle]

[It's not a prolonged hold; he turns her hand over so it's her palm facing upwards, and with the other, he traces out in a reversed way that she can see: 8, 3, 0.]

Should I just make one up for you?

[iustaegis]

[ Oh.... oh. August 30th. Right.

But also: an offer to choose a birthday for her. She’s never given it much thought before, yet her gaze softens at the offer. ]

A birthday?

[ His guess as to the day she was created is as good as hers! ]

....To celebrate it?

[carbungle]

Obviously. What else are birthdays for?

[Bold words for someone who dances around sharing his own, but this isn't about him.]

First we gotta hash out a timeline... what's the first season you ever remember seeing?

[iustaegis]

[ She opens her mouth to answer, then closes it. This a clever way to get her to talk about herself.

But what the hell. He knows she exists.

Mythra appears to mull over his question. Seasons are strange within Alrest. The continents move about an axis, and the Titans themselves generally maintain their biomes. However, this doesn’t negate the greater tilt of the earth as it follows an ellipsis around the sun, the shifts between the seasons on a more subtle front.

When she had been taken from the Architect, she hadn’t yet awakened even though she was physically upon the earth. Months had passed while as a core crystal inside the Praetorium, held within the Quaester’s chambers...

But then she remembers first taking this form, the flowering blossoms, of pinks and roses and blushes and peaches. ]

...Spring. [ She answers quietly, then looks at him. ]

It was spring.

[ She shifts where she sits, combing a hand through a lock of her hair. ] Lots of flowering trees, the works.

[carbungle]

[She might actually be giving him too much credit, but he'll take it. He tilts his head thoughtfully, frowning at the answer.]

Spring, huh...

[In that case, they'd have missed it. Joint party in August then, maybe? It would suck to wait a whole extra year to celebrate, after all.]

Okay, that narrows it down to three. By the Eosean calendar, that's March, April, and May. [Hmm, hmm, hmm.] May has the most letters from your names, and it's a transitional month at the end of it, too- when the weather starts shifting from spring to summer. The dual nature could be kind of an inside joke, right?

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[iustaegis]

[ She's listening to him intently, mouth slightly ajar. Choosing a birthday? Who knew that was a thing one could do?

It makes somewhat logical sense, anyway... ]

[iustaegis]

[ After all that's concluded, she looks at him in both awe and disbelief-- ]

You really came up with all of that on the spot, huh?

[ --and flattered, smiling a second afterward. ]

[carbungle]

Don't get too excited. I'm stuck on the actual day now.

[There's 31 of them! How does he choose??]