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Winter RP: The Citadel

It's late afternoon, just approaching evening, and one of the less-imposing reception rooms in the Citadel at the heart of the City of Glass is lit up by a glorious sunset. The dry heat of the desert day is starting to die off; the temperature sits at a pleasant level now.

The walls of the room are made of thick, solid glass panes, in deceptively delicate white stone frames. They are punctuated at regular intervals by wall hangings embroidered with intricate geometric patterns, in green and gold. There is a large, extravagant rug, woven in similar colors, covering the floor. The ceiling, high above, is more glass, fogged, and gilded around the edges to match the gold in the tapestries.

One wall is dominated by a pair of double doors that swing open onto an enclosed pleasure garden, with carefully maintained flowers climbing the walls and a murmuring fountain in the center. There are white gravel paths marking out four regular quadrants.

The portals are opening once again...

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Isshiri flinched and his hand flew up to his neck again. "I...see. Yes. I can...I can understand why not to believe them." At least he was fairly sure his mother wouldn't do that. Steal land out from under people, absolutely, but she would only kill when she had to, not for...not for kicks. He was sure of that.

Morgan eyed him for a moment, then decided to just go for it. "Why do you keep doing that thing with your neck?"

He hesitated for a second, but--well, if this was anything like the adventures when he was eight, he would probably never see Morgan again, and...well, it wasn't like either of them had any real context for the other's life, and...

He pulled down his shirt collar a little, just enough to expose the collar-scar. "Sorry, it's...I try not to do it."

"Ow," Morgan said, sympathetically. Zie hiked up the leg of zir sweatpants and showed off the long scar down zir shin. "I went biking and got my leg tangled in barbed wire. Not recommended."

Oh, good, Morgan hadn't asked for details. Consequence-free zone or not, Isshiri wasn't really interested in talking about his experiences in Feredar. "I can imagine," he said. "My most embarrassing scar is probably this one." He rolled up his right sleeve, showing a sort of jagged crescent just above his elbow, on the outside. "Someone managed to convince me there were dragons nearby, and if I climbed the wall and jumped up and down and called in exactly the right way, they'd come and play with me."

"That is fucking awesome," Morgan said, admiring the scar. "Are there actually dragons around here? 'Cause, just saying, if there are, we're gonna go see them right the fuck now."

"I wish," he said. "But, no. I found what looked like an old nest once, but as far as I know, no one's ever seen a living dragon. Otherwise, I'd find a way to adopt a baby without the mother killing me and go have adventures."

"Totally," Morgan said. "I mean, I've only been dreaming about having my own dragon since I was four. But, oh well." Zie sighed, then added, "I've got a scar in the exact same place, actually. I was jumping into the pond we swim in and hit it on a rock."

"Ouch," he said. "I can't imagine water deep enough to jump in. ...well, I can, because I got to see the ocean, but it still feels weird."

Morgan shrugged. "Well, my home state's the land of ten thousand lakes or some shit like that. Plus Lake Superior. There's water everywhere. You get used to it."

Isshiri nodded. "I guess you would, yes. ...so being in the desert must seem just as weird to you."

"Eh." Morgan flapped a hand. "Kind of? But not really. There's deserts in the US and my parents had this weird mania for travelling when I was a kid. Every summer they'd take us someplace new and teach us about it. It was cool, but kind of annoying because they gave us homework."

And, okay, secretly Morgan had loved it because zie was a huge trivia nerd, but zie had no idea how zir brother felt about it and it was just kind of weird of parents. Even if it did get them ahead in school.

((them here referring to Morgan and zir brother, I did not fuck up zir pronouns this time. XD))

"The US must be a very large country, then," he said. Even Feredar and Asendar, from what he'd read, didn't have that much variation. "When you say 'us...' do you have siblings? How many?"

"Just the one," Morgan said. "Older brother. He's nice but we're not super close. You?"

"Two sisters," Isshiri replied. "Nolani's older, Kirana's younger. And there's our cousin, Riluke, who was raised with us and is practically another sister."

"Huh," Morgan said, for lack of anything else to say. "You all close?"

He nodded. "Riluke and Kirana don't live here anymore, but we stay in contact as much as possible. And since I got home, I've been spending a lot of time with Nolani and her favorite."

Favorite what? Morgan blinked. "Well, that must be nice. I guess."

"It is. Lady Lonura is...she's very kind. I like her a lot. She's good for my sister." He smiled. "What about you and your brother? I know you said you weren't very close, but do you write each other much?"

"Not really," Morgan said. Oh, so, favorite basically meant concubine then? Or that was zir's best guess. "We mostly keep in touch with Facebook."

"What's Facebook?" Isshiri asked. All he could come up with was the obvious, literal meaning, and magic didn't work like that. It didn't give inanimate objects faces or voices. Well, adept sound-mages could project from inanimate objects, but Isshiri was pretty sure that wasn't what Morgan meant.

"It's a website," Morgan said, and then added, "Uh. A website is... we've got this thing called the internet. It lets you access a lot of things more or less immediately, and a website is a place on it, that's got information or whatever. Facebook's basically a giant meeting place for people who might not live near each other."

"...my cousin would love that," he said. Riluke was all about building large webs of information. If she had access to something like this Internet Morgan was telling him about... "Of course, she'd probably use it to--well, help somebody conquer the world," he corrected himself. Riluke wasn't much for direct power.

"Well, that's the thing about the internet," Morgan said, "if you have a computer and a modem, or a computer and a local coffee shop, or even just a local library, you can use it. I mean, something like 20% of Americans don't have at-home access but they do have local libraries that provide it for free, so it's a really, really common resource. I'm sure spies and the like use it, but you'd have to be really careful, because somebody can always find what you've put on there."

"Right," he said. "Of course, that makes sense. Still, you're so lucky, to have such an easy flow of information back and forth." He subconsciously reached for his collar-scar again.

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