[well. the experience he has from the simulations room makes it easy to focus on an image, a place, his eyes closed. home, with all its tall, glittering buildings and spiraling spires.]
aquila makes a little noise as the dream space creates itself, evolving and molding. this sort of sight doesn't ever really get old; as emet-selch walks along, aquila moves to follow, looking up at the birds.
... they make him chuckle, a little. ] Ravens, huh?
[he grumbles, rolling his eyes-- but one of the birds flutters down anyway. emet holds a hand up, and it rests on his hand rather than aquila's, because sometimes he is also a little shit.]
Suuure. I think every serious, big brain kind of person needs somebody a little more lighthearted around, and the reverse is true, too. Makes a good pair.
[ aquila laughs a little, stepping back from the tree. ]
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[ they would know! ]
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[why are bodies]
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...anyway. Beyond that, are you settling in okay? Your room's - it's you sized, right?
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[but. after a pause he adds:]
... I suppose I shall miss the previous one, however.
[the view of amaurot, the stars, the feeling that it was more like home.]
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[ they're frowning a little at that, actually, glancing around at the blank dream space. ]
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Even this [ a gesture at the dream space ] didn't happen right away.
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[ there's a little smile in their voice. ] And it's got its charms. Dreams can be anything you want 'em to be.
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[he glances around the space, considering.]
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[ they gesture out at the blank space. ]
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aquila's still there, hands folded behind his back, looking around. ]
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[a little more focus, a little more life into the scene-- tall, elegant trees here and there along the street, artfully shaped.
after another moment, he steps forward, wandering a little further down that path; there are birds in the trees, large ones with black feathers.]
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aquila makes a little noise as the dream space creates itself, evolving and molding. this sort of sight doesn't ever really get old; as emet-selch walks along, aquila moves to follow, looking up at the birds.
... they make him chuckle, a little. ] Ravens, huh?
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[his voice is a little quieter, there.]
I suppose I have some fondness for them, despite the trouble they are.
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'm fond of them, too. They're clever birds, aren't they? Probably why they're so much trouble.
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[he grumbles, rolling his eyes-- but one of the birds flutters down anyway. emet holds a hand up, and it rests on his hand rather than aquila's, because sometimes he is also a little shit.]
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Ridiculous creatures that like you, huh.
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I've never been able to rid myself of them, whether they are birds or otherwise.
[all his friends are fucking ridiculous.]
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[ just saying ]
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[ aquila laughs a little, stepping back from the tree. ]
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[a little huff. let him LIVE.]
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Are you?
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