[From the very first moment of the morning, Duma has been a hair away from a full-on temper tantrum. Snuffling at the ground while Emmeryn tries her damnedest to wander the city proves to be horrifically difficult when your face is also your entire body, but goddamn is Duma trying his best, and, more than once, Latona needs to set him upright again after he just rolls uselessly forward over onto his back. He alternates between this and lightly headbutting Emmeryn's legs, whining and cawing for her attention. He receives it, of course, but it isn't until he whimpers and spits a little flame, not even quite worth an ember, that all the pieces connect.]
Oh, darling. [She kneels down to pat his shell.] The day will come that we will all see each other again. [Duma seems poorly placated by this, though, all miserable whimpers while he spits tiny flickers of fire.] I know, I know; me, too. I am certain the others will play with you if you ask nicely?
[In the afternoon, if you're in Amity Square, you might end up with one tiny Togepi running across the grass and colliding directly into your legs. He stumbles back a little, and, blank-faced, takes a seat on the ground. Emmeryn comes right up behind him and scoops him up into her arms with a little laugh.]
Please excuse us—You ought to watch where you're going, Heim. [But she laughs, lightly, unable to scold her little egg friend too much after showing any interest in anything.] My, though, he is a speedy little thing.
[She ends up in the foreign building come the evening. It feels familiar, high ceiling and stained glass and rows of pews, but some low weight in her chest makes all her movements slow and uncertain.
She has something cupped in her hands, and she looks it over when she sits in one of the pews—she'd found this badge in the warehouse; a set of white wings on the crest frame Naga's brand, the same mark on her forehead, etched into the center. It should have been lost, like the crown ever at the bottom of her backpack—like a lot of things that hit the desert ground.
—And it nearly its the cathedral ground when Duma startles her into awareness with a squawk. She fumbles the badge a little, catches it, and looks over to her problem son. He's...stuck on his back in the middle of the floor.]
Oh, I can't take you anywhere. [you're killing her. you're killing your mother.] Dearest, have some decorum...
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Oh, darling. [She kneels down to pat his shell.] The day will come that we will all see each other again. [Duma seems poorly placated by this, though, all miserable whimpers while he spits tiny flickers of fire.] I know, I know; me, too. I am certain the others will play with you if you ask nicely?
[In the afternoon, if you're in Amity Square, you might end up with one tiny Togepi running across the grass and colliding directly into your legs. He stumbles back a little, and, blank-faced, takes a seat on the ground. Emmeryn comes right up behind him and scoops him up into her arms with a little laugh.]
Please excuse us—You ought to watch where you're going, Heim. [But she laughs, lightly, unable to scold her little egg friend too much after showing any interest in anything.] My, though, he is a speedy little thing.
[She ends up in the foreign building come the evening. It feels familiar, high ceiling and stained glass and rows of pews, but some low weight in her chest makes all her movements slow and uncertain.
She has something cupped in her hands, and she looks it over when she sits in one of the pews—she'd found this badge in the warehouse; a set of white wings on the crest frame Naga's brand, the same mark on her forehead, etched into the center. It should have been lost, like the crown ever at the bottom of her backpack—like a lot of things that hit the desert ground.
—And it nearly its the cathedral ground when Duma startles her into awareness with a squawk. She fumbles the badge a little, catches it, and looks over to her problem son. He's...stuck on his back in the middle of the floor.]
Oh, I can't take you anywhere. [you're killing her. you're killing your mother.] Dearest, have some decorum...