picknicking

[dark_light]

There's something unutterably pleasant about landing in a bit of woods in the middle of Nowhere, Manitoba, removing a sandwich and an apple from her backpack and having a picnic before she's ready to move on. She could eat in midair, but it makes it too likely that she'll drop something and find it unrecoverable.

Path's on her knee, and her cloudpine is propped up against the tree next to her.

Comments

[dark_light]

"No. Especially not if it's starry out. Moonlight and starlight feel beautiful and they're easier to feel in the cold."

[prodigal_miser]

He laughs, a little. "New Kystle has two moons. I do hope you like it."

[dark_light]

"Oooh. I am very much looking forward to that. And new stars."

[prodigal_miser]

"I don't think we have many astronomers. It's possibly the ones we have will let you name a star, if you find the right person to ask."

[dark_light]

"I don't think that will affect the quality of the light, but it'd be fun! I will contemplate what to name a star."

[prodigal_miser]

He grins. "I'm glad you'll have fun."

They are still hugging. At this point, it might have graduated to cuddles, but Adarin certainly isn't complaining.

[dark_light]

Isabella seems pretty cozy too!

"Also if I freeze a dayside lake for you I should name the lake too."

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin laughs. "Sure. I'll have to find you a lake that doesn't have a name yet, but I don't think all of them do."

[dark_light]

"How long have you all been in New Kystle at this point?"

[prodigal_miser]

"Four years. Certainly not long enough to name everything on a planet."

[dark_light]

"Not even in a narrow band around the twilight area. Okay."

[prodigal_miser]

"To be fair, people are also clustering around certain places, and then not moving from them, so the places they're not at get ignored."

[dark_light]

"Makes sense, it's useful to be around people and specialize your labor."

[prodigal_miser]

"Also, safer. Plus, I've been trying to get a portal system set up, so people cluster around those."

[dark_light]

"Reasonable of them!"

[prodigal_miser]

"Very! It's nice when they're reasonable."

[dark_light]

"Are they often otherwise? I think you mentioned trash in the streets..."

[prodigal_miser]

"I mean, sometimes they're unreasonable, but usually it's pretty straight forward. I was just thinking of the people I have to deal with most often, and... Eeeugh. If they didn't have magic I have no doubt they would be completely useless. Some of them manage to be completely useless to the world even with magic, and I'm not even sure how they pull that off."

[dark_light]

"What's wrong with this population, that they manage to be so thoroughly unhelpful?"

[prodigal_miser]

"Being use to general decadence and expecting nothing less even now, even after barely getting out alive. A large number of them are used to getting their way, and don't have moral issues with trying to get what they want now. Thus, why I have to check my food and drink for drugs regularly," he says, a little bitterly.

[dark_light]

Isabella shudders. "Right, I'm going to look up general protecting-mortals protocols and see if I can get you something about that. Protective tattoo, probably."

[prodigal_miser]

"Thank you," he replies sincerely. Since they're still snuggled.... Tentative hair pet? If she wants him to stop, he will, but this seems like a nice idea.

Vern giggles a little helplessly.

[dark_light]

Isabella makes no objection! Path trills contentedly.

[prodigal_miser]

Adarin smiles a bit. "I am so hilariously lucky to have picked this plane."

He does not expand on the why.

[dark_light]

"Is the average one really that unpleasant? How many samples do you have? Maybe you just barely missed a highly functional utopia with friendly omnipotent people who strew every floor with chamomile once a morning."