[ Hello, we are here in comfy fit while (spins wheel uhhh) outside and.. apparently staring at the sky. It's not late enough that the night sky has kicked in but maybe that's what they're waiting for?
They seem to be paying no mind to anyone in the vicinity, keeping to themselves quietly. ]
[ honestly this is so valid. taair is... also outside! he's coming free of one of the buildings, now no longer sexy but in his regular clothes. he's holding what looks like the Warm Egg from the other day in the crook of his arm, and his other hand is resting on the holstered book on his hip, and he's seemingly just enjoying the view.
or! talking to his little egg, maybe? there's a soft murmur here and there. however, once he's gotten his fill of whatever he's doing, he glances off and notices siffrin, and recognition lights up his face.
taair makes his way over - his voice is soft, but he calls out in greeting, warm smile on his face: ]
[ I forgot to mention that Siffrin is at least wearing his default hat, which curves just enough to shade their face a little. No arms to be seen, apparently tucked inside the poncho until he perks up at the start of a voice. Almost as if not expecting to be approached.
The friend mention gets them to a blink a few, seeming unused until dipping their head a little. ]
Hello, Taair. [ A glance back up, humming a little. ] ..Sorta. Didn't get a good look at it last night so.. was wondering if there was anything familiar up there.
[ Siffrin is being a blob of white sitting somewhere outside, probably at the gazebo in the park. Staring up at the sky listlessly, only to jump a little at the sight of Taair.
[ aaaaaaa GOD rest assured he has not forgotten about earlier which means when taair spots siffrin, he also jumps a little - and then immediately ducks his head down in a bow. ]
Siffrin... I'm - I wanted to apologize properly, for earlier. I'm so sorry, still.
[ It comes, and it's as they expect it. It's how it happened the first time, and the times after that, and has happened here and--
A deep breath in, and out. Before they offer a quick shake of their head, they can say it. They've certainly said it more than once here already. ]
You're okay. Really. You didn't do anything wrong. It's... me. [ (You're the one that's wrong. Weird. A freak. Taair did nothing but what is a normal way to act.) ] I'm.. not really used to touch? So I tend to get.. surprised, I guess. When it happens, so. There's no need to apologize, if anything I should.
[ It isn't as if Taair was supposed to know that. That Siffrin is this unused to touch that when it comes unexpected they startle like a wild animal. ]
Siffrin flavor is a winged fella, wings a fluffy soft white that poof just a little. They hang loosely at their back like they aren't too sure what to do with them.
Currently, they're walking up and down along the bookshelves in search of something. ]
down one of these aisles is a familiar figure, also sporting a pair of wings, a brilliant blue. he's reaching upwards on his tippy tiptoes for a book, and once he gets it, he makes a little noise of success, and then glances over. ]
Oh...! Siffrin, good day! [ delight - he poofs up a little. ] We match. Are you looking for something in specific?
Siffrin's own are just a matching white like the majority of their hair and attire, though they have a bit of a glittering tint to them like speckles of stardust. They blink once, before offering a smile. ]
We do. That makes you, Eupha and I today. [ birdies. ] Not really. Just curious to what they have around here... Did you find something?
[ The House of Cards seems pretty welcoming all things considered. Someone is definitely checking things around, a familiar shape of mostly white. Though their attention perks as they realize they aren't the only one here.
A gloved hand tilts their hat up, Siffrin does look a bit different at least appearance wise. If having two eyes now and their black dyed hair is anything to go by but they're still around the same age. A wide genuine smile shows. ]
Someone really decked out the furnishing here, huh? [ Winks cutely at Taair. ]
[ baby baby baby i want to chew siffrins icons every time i see them in cuteness aggression
oh! taair is poking his head around a corner, and he opens his mouth to say hello, then. pauses? pauses, at the look of siffrin, at that big smile. this week has been very strange, yet...
... well, he can't help himself, and he returns it - the wink is indeed very cute, and it gets him to huff a laugh, amused. puns are funny. ]
To say the very least. Good day, Siffrin! You're in a good mood, I see. Not... [ thinking... ] lost in the shuffle?
[ first of all the style of this game is so cute what the fuck SECOND OF ALL THIS FUCKING LASER TARGETED ASS MEMORY HELLO
... the first part of this memory is - it's a little funny, if only because of the absolute goose chase. it's charming, in the way village life tends to be, and it reminds taair of his trip out, of convallaria town, enough that it has him smiling. as odile reveals her hand, it resonates, too. a connection to a life you've never known, a quest for knowledge started by a single book, and the idea of a familytale.
when odile talks about how she cried, taair takes in a breath from besides siffrin, because he's just as touched. the want for connection is almost unbearable, thinking about his iria that has always been a horizon in the distance, a place he never got to know. the lack of connection she feels is a heartache of its own. and the connection she makes with siffrin, the wisdom she offers them, the warm smile at the end, siffrin's laugh...
...by the end of it, he's choked up, warm with the thought of friendship and homeland and the way the bonds you make shape you into who you are, and taair lifts a hand to wipe under his eyes. ]
What a wonderful story. [ which part? all of it. ]
[ Yeah, that was all the time with their friends back home after The Incident. Siffrin just slows like ah... but they seem so antsy, like they just can't stand being here.
A small head shake, quiet before. ] I just.. I don't want to stay too far away from the others. I'm okay, Taair. Thank you.
[ But obviously they're getting their own treatment so Siffrin can't do anything about that. Though their voice rasps like it's been torn, water would probably be good. ]
Anyway, like the day before, their emotions seem to be a constant dull hollowness, depression void, and an endless pang of intense food hunger. Though as they peer around, they seem to be sniffling a bit. As if they have a runny nose or something. With their regular clothes, it's hard to tell what the situation is with their bandages but the heavy eyebags are there and there's some peaks of bandages at their turtleneck.
The Cotton Candy Forest exploration seems to be going well. Staring at the sugary goodness trees and debating climbing a tree. ..Debating that takes like one second before they start to climb said tree. ]
Siffrin! [ there's a warm push of emotions from nearby - a sense of childlike wonder, a friendly warmth, overlayed with a soft sense of concern as soon as he sees them starting to hoist up, and as soon as their emotions hit him. PLEASE EAT. ]
Oh, do be careful - hello, my dear friend. Come to get a bird's eye view?
[ on this fine and no longer embarrassing day in the italy car, taair is sitting by a beautiful fountain! he's looking at some pamphlet, and when he looks up from it and spots siffrin, he smiles and waves. ]
Siffrin! Good day to you. Come, would you like to hear an interesting tale about this place?
[ A small wave back, as their hat wiggles with a soft sounding piou piou. Ok. But Siffrin offers a smile and comes to sit beside him. Hi hi. ]
About this place? [ A curious glance at the pamphlet until a peer around. A tiny bit of recognition in their eye. ] ..The more I look at the area, the more it reminds me of Poteria.
[ Puts us in the Academy because I know your nerd ass is here.
Here is Siffrin, with a new shiny pin on their cloak, moving around with some various thought bubbles above their head. Someone probably thinks too much. But as they catch sight of Taair, those thought bubbles start to say (Researcher. Learner. Kind. Friend? Taair.) Before it poofies.
But otherwise they offer a small wave, and look to see what he's up to. ]
[ CUUUTE these thoughts are so cute. taair is indeed in the magic academy, sitting in a classroom with a magical tome open in front of him - he looks up just in time to see siffrin's thought bubbles, and his face breaks into a smile, as warm and genuine as can be. ]
Siffrin, my friend! Isn't this place wonderful? [ We are friends! appears behind his head in elegant script writing, a thought of delight - as if he too has made this connection and its bringing him clear joy. ] I feel very spoiled, lately!
[ Siffrin has probably taken to sitting somewhere quietly. Likely in the gazebo, by the church and garden. Peering over at the flowers with an empty stare. Though they blink when Peep perks up from their shoulder, singing a soft piou piou. A smile happens as naturally as ever. ]
..Taair, hello. It's been a bit. [ There was so many people for Taair to see after all earlier, and the last really was.. the trial. They think about it but, no, they remember they did not see him in their cell. ]
[ no because sisi fell asleep at like 1030 on saturday night because sisi is grandma
peep get a soft 'piou' in return, but beyond that, taair's attention is immediately to siffrin. his emotions are briefly felt - warm, soft, sweet, happy. relieved. ]
Oh, my dear friend...how wonderful it is to see you. How are you feeling?
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They seem to be paying no mind to anyone in the vicinity, keeping to themselves quietly. ]
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or! talking to his little egg, maybe? there's a soft murmur here and there. however, once he's gotten his fill of whatever he's doing, he glances off and notices siffrin, and recognition lights up his face.
taair makes his way over - his voice is soft, but he calls out in greeting, warm smile on his face: ]
Enjoying the view, my friend...? Hello, Siffrin.
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The friend mention gets them to a blink a few, seeming unused until dipping their head a little. ]
Hello, Taair. [ A glance back up, humming a little. ] ..Sorta. Didn't get a good look at it last night so.. was wondering if there was anything familiar up there.
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WEEK 0, SATURDAY POST-TRIAL.
Dips their head in greeting, hello!! ]
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Siffrin... I'm - I wanted to apologize properly, for earlier. I'm so sorry, still.
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A deep breath in, and out. Before they offer a quick shake of their head, they can say it. They've certainly said it more than once here already. ]
You're okay. Really. You didn't do anything wrong. It's... me. [ (You're the one that's wrong. Weird. A freak. Taair did nothing but what is a normal way to act.) ] I'm.. not really used to touch? So I tend to get.. surprised, I guess. When it happens, so. There's no need to apologize, if anything I should.
[ It isn't as if Taair was supposed to know that. That Siffrin is this unused to touch that when it comes unexpected they startle like a wild animal. ]
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WEEK 1, MONDAY
Siffrin flavor is a winged fella, wings a fluffy soft white that poof just a little. They hang loosely at their back like they aren't too sure what to do with them.
Currently, they're walking up and down along the bookshelves in search of something. ]
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down one of these aisles is a familiar figure, also sporting a pair of wings, a brilliant blue. he's reaching upwards on his tippy tiptoes for a book, and once he gets it, he makes a little noise of success, and then glances over. ]
Oh...! Siffrin, good day! [ delight - he poofs up a little. ] We match. Are you looking for something in specific?
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Siffrin's own are just a matching white like the majority of their hair and attire, though they have a bit of a glittering tint to them like speckles of stardust. They blink once, before offering a smile. ]
We do. That makes you, Eupha and I today. [ birdies. ] Not really. Just curious to what they have around here... Did you find something?
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A gloved hand tilts their hat up, Siffrin does look a bit different at least appearance wise. If having two eyes now and their black dyed hair is anything to go by but they're still around the same age. A wide genuine smile shows. ]
Someone really decked out the furnishing here, huh? [ Winks cutely at Taair. ]
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oh! taair is poking his head around a corner, and he opens his mouth to say hello, then. pauses? pauses, at the look of siffrin, at that big smile. this week has been very strange, yet...
... well, he can't help himself, and he returns it - the wink is indeed very cute, and it gets him to huff a laugh, amused. puns are funny. ]
To say the very least. Good day, Siffrin! You're in a good mood, I see. Not... [ thinking... ] lost in the shuffle?
[ :D? ]
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WEEK 2, SATURDAY POST TRIAL
okay ?
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give him a little bit. half an hour or so - the rare siffrin text is not lost on him. ]
I...
will be. But... right now, I am not so sure.
Thank you.
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in which a nice, pleasant memory will play... ]
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... the first part of this memory is - it's a little funny, if only because of the absolute goose chase. it's charming, in the way village life tends to be, and it reminds taair of his trip out, of convallaria town, enough that it has him smiling. as odile reveals her hand, it resonates, too. a connection to a life you've never known, a quest for knowledge started by a single book, and the idea of a familytale.
when odile talks about how she cried, taair takes in a breath from besides siffrin, because he's just as touched. the want for connection is almost unbearable, thinking about his iria that has always been a horizon in the distance, a place he never got to know. the lack of connection she feels is a heartache of its own. and the connection she makes with siffrin, the wisdom she offers them, the warm smile at the end, siffrin's laugh...
...by the end of it, he's choked up, warm with the thought of friendship and homeland and the way the bonds you make shape you into who you are, and taair lifts a hand to wipe under his eyes. ]
What a wonderful story. [ which part? all of it. ]
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because that's about what happens here: ]
Siffrin... [ 🥺 ] You're out of bed - is there something you need...? I'd be happy to get it for you.
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A small head shake, quiet before. ] I just.. I don't want to stay too far away from the others. I'm okay, Taair. Thank you.
[ But obviously they're getting their own treatment so Siffrin can't do anything about that. Though their voice rasps like it's been torn, water would probably be good. ]
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Anyway, like the day before, their emotions seem to be a constant dull hollowness, depression void, and an endless pang of intense food hunger. Though as they peer around, they seem to be sniffling a bit. As if they have a runny nose or something. With their regular clothes, it's hard to tell what the situation is with their bandages but the heavy eyebags are there and there's some peaks of bandages at their turtleneck.
The Cotton Candy Forest exploration seems to be going well. Staring at the sugary goodness trees and debating climbing a tree. ..Debating that takes like one second before they start to climb said tree. ]
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guess who is in a tree already! ]
Siffrin! [ there's a warm push of emotions from nearby - a sense of childlike wonder, a friendly warmth, overlayed with a soft sense of concern as soon as he sees them starting to hoist up, and as soon as their emotions hit him. PLEASE EAT. ]
Oh, do be careful - hello, my dear friend. Come to get a bird's eye view?
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week 5, monday
Siffrin! Good day to you. Come, would you like to hear an interesting tale about this place?
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About this place? [ A curious glance at the pamphlet until a peer around. A tiny bit of recognition in their eye. ] ..The more I look at the area, the more it reminds me of Poteria.
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WEEK 6, MONDAY
Here is Siffrin, with a new shiny pin on their cloak, moving around with some various thought bubbles above their head. Someone probably thinks too much. But as they catch sight of Taair, those thought bubbles start to say (Researcher. Learner. Kind. Friend? Taair.) Before it poofies.
But otherwise they offer a small wave, and look to see what he's up to. ]
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Siffrin, my friend! Isn't this place wonderful? [ We are friends! appears behind his head in elegant script writing, a thought of delight - as if he too has made this connection and its bringing him clear joy. ] I feel very spoiled, lately!
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WEEK 7, MONDAY
..Taair, hello. It's been a bit. [ There was so many people for Taair to see after all earlier, and the last really was.. the trial. They think about it but, no, they remember they did not see him in their cell. ]
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peep get a soft 'piou' in return, but beyond that, taair's attention is immediately to siffrin. his emotions are briefly felt - warm, soft, sweet, happy. relieved. ]
Oh, my dear friend...how wonderful it is to see you. How are you feeling?
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