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[earthen_hope]

Hey, everyone! I'm out of the elevator now. How long was I in there? (Was it less than a month?)

Is everyone okay?

And what's going on now? It doesn't look like I got back in the middle of a monster invasion, at least. Just a colorful sheep invasion... Are the [twirly line] fake copies of people still around? I sure hope not. They were (or are) really creepy.

Oh, I found out my full name. It's Krile Maia Baldesion. Everything else in the books there was gibberish, though.

- Cara

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[quicklog]

[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

[He leans forward, taking a moment to choose his words.]

Wish I knew who it is. But I've got to think I used to know someone a lot like you--someone brave and bright who thought it was her job to keep everyone safe.

[He chuckles, a little self-conscious. The description sounds clumsier now that he's voiced it.]

Strange ideas about monsters? Sounds like your world had its fair share of them. Monsters, I mean, not ideas as such.

[quicklog]

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[Krile listens quietly, turning the dragon over in her hands. She's met people who've reminded her of others, and Hawk's personality has often seemed comfortingly familiar. But it's never quite been a direct comparison. So it feels a little odd that she reminds Hawk of someone that way.]

Really? I hope she did a good job. Do you remember anything clear about her or... just that?

[It surprises--and pleases--her a little that someone brave would remind Hawk of her. She hasn't felt too courageous lately, particularly in Castle Bal. And she's a little puzzled by the second thing he says until she gets it.]

Oh! No, I meant people have strange ideas about princesses. But I don't think every world has monsters like mine either.

[quicklog]

[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

No, I don't. Haven't found too many memories. But being an emperor's daughter and protecting people seem to go hand in hand. It's just... that thing that happens when something's very familiar for a moment. I get that around you a lot.

[He shakes his head, but his sigh has an edge of fondness to it. Krile is dear to him as her own person, of course, but maybe it doesn't hurt that she echoes of someone familiar.]

Those ideas being?

[quicklog]

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

Mm... I know that feeling too. It's nice to find someone familiar, isn't it? She sounds like someone I'd like to meet.

[She leans back on her hands. She's experienced that plenty herself, and while she loves her friends for themselves, it's also comforting to be around someone who seems... homelike.]

Oh... that we're frail delicate flowers who are worried more about fancy dresses than their people.

[quicklog]

[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

[Hawk distracts himself by sipping the tea before it cools down too much. It's difficult to imagine Krile in long skirts, or with her hair done up in an elaborate array of combs and pins, when he's so used to her with a spear in her hand, ready to face a threat at any minute.]

Well, there's a certain thought about fancy dresses mixed in there, I'll admit. It's the standing up for your people what's important. Why, you never spared a thought to your attire, then? Never would have guessed.

[And now he is teasing, and it's plain in his lop-sided smile that he is.]

[quicklog]

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[She giggles and reaches out to give him a light poke in the arm.]

Now you're making me wonder! Maybe I ought to find some of those fancy hair nets and a huge, ruffly skirt. I'm sure Bastet and Flame would think it was much more practical than this.

[She takes a sip of tea herself, wearing a mock-thoughtful look.]

And when hungry monsters are attacking the castle, I wouldn't want them to be insulted by not being stylish enough.

[quicklog] /gets a little meta here

[crimson-seeker.livejournal.com]

[Somehow the thought of man-eating monsters isn't as easy to make light of as it should be, but Hawk chortles at her words anyway.]

I understand it's the part of dragons to snatch away princesses from their castles in some lands, but I couldn't really offer an opinion there. Don't think it was ever in my job description.

[She's infectious, that's all he can surmise: something as grave as the nature of dragons, of what he is, can bend to be a source of mirth.]

And may the Heavens kindly look past my saying so. Sometimes I just think we need the laughter more.