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[apotheoses]

[Oh! Such a strange and beautiful place she's found herself in. Your world.

Standing outside, the cloaked figure looks around. What sights! They would be wasted alone. Her language's writing is much different than yours (less used for communication than for identification), but somehow she can understand. Writing, however, is a bit of a chore without hands. Or arms. Spelled out by scurrying around in the dirt, the ground below her stick feet reads, in sloppy, childlike letters:]

SEEKING COMPANION

[She sits down slowly next to her message and waits, her unblinking silver eyes patiently watching the passersby.]

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[defeathering]

A companion?

[ he leans forward, reading the message a few times over. ]

For what?

[ not to put more pressure on the cloaked figure to respond in the dirt, but he's all too familiar with needing a 'companion' for very different things at any given moment. ]

[apotheoses]

[She chirps excitedly and stands, at all of four feet tall, this creature made of cloth.

Her people were telepathic, but purely visually. When she communicates, it is not tangible words that form in the stranger's head, but intentions and emotion - the few sweeping landscapes she's seen from your world, skylines, excitement, the will to explore..]

['A journey.']

[defeathering]

Oh!

[ he's surprised for a moment; though seth does offer him the constant awareness of the emotions of those around him, it's never so vivid as this. it had to be something intentional on her part, then, so he smiles politely at the little creature. ]

You want to go somewhere... I get it.

Or—maybe you want to go everywhere?

[apotheoses]

[That's it! Gleefully, the traveler seems to float off of her feet in a little pirouette, as they vocalize in agreement. Good things, beautiful things, ugly things, unspeakable things, magnificent things... she wants to see it all.]

[She scuttles over to him, looking up with curiosity. Such a pretty creature that found her! There's no feelings of expectation, no wish to push them into something they don't want to do, only honest wonder.]

['With - You?']

[defeathering]

[ she's so cute! he's as delighted by this encounter as she seems to be, most likely due to the fact that she's... not human. he's not as comfortable with people as he pretends he is. ]

I'd be happy to go wherever you want to lead... um. Do you have a name?

[apotheoses]

[She pauses at that. In her world, he name was this - the light which adorned the heavens only while traveling without the sun, an energy far above that lead them to their destination.

But these people did not identify by symbols and sights. They identified each other with sounds. One of the first things she thought to do in this strange land was to identify herself with a human equivalent... She cannot speak it, but she can show him the letters she found:]

['I... s... r... a.']

[Isra, a nighttime Journey.

And then a few visions appear: an empty desert filled with black pillars, a unique symbol written on each. A stranger who looks like her, a similar glowing symbol on their chest. And then a vision of the boy standing in front of her, and a wanting to learn.]

['You? Your name?']

[defeathering]

[ this is all so beautiful—enchanting, even, and her name is just as so. isra... it certainly carries a weight that he's not sure his own does, but then, he's never had much of an opinion of himself. ]

I'm Jun. It's nice to meet you, Isra.

[ he's not nearly so talented at communicating visions as he is at seeing them, but he at least tries to push the meaning of his own name rather than speaking it. truth. maybe it fits him, maybe it doesn't, but she makes him want to appreciate the beauty in the character itself if nothing else. ]

[catchabreak]

[ He can't help but stare, a little. He's never seen anything like her before, but she seems... harmless enough? ]

What kind of companion?