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Who: Anyone
Where: Anywhere
When: Day 41
Open/Closed: Open! Geir will tag responses to B only, but feel free to use any or all of these prompts for your own shenanigans ☆

A (the rain in Spain falls mainly on the...)

[you know that the strange seawater rainstorm at the festival two days ago flooded out the marketplace and part of the city. the question is, how far did that rain fall over the hard, sandy soil that surrounds the city of Aimintas? what kind of erosion happened? perhaps you have a hankering to go out and see the effect that the water had on the crags outside the city, or the humid plains covered with native plants. there are four directions to explore, north, south, east, and west: which way will you go and how will you get there? fliers and adventurers, take notice!]

B (how does your garden grow?)

[Geir, at least, is more worried about the plants in the farmed area. he doesn't know much about plants, but he has a vague idea that sowing fields with salt is something one does to one's enemies. since these plants are irrigated with freshwater, more salt rain is not likely to go well for them.

right now he's glaring at a small plot he's dug out out with his talons. he's seeded some of the bark from the strange shrubby filtration plant into it, trying to check if that will help the soil deal with the salt water, but he's run into a problem: there are no plants there yet.]

--can you plant seeds? My claws aren't small enough.

C (after the storm)

[the festival aside, there was a lot of damage to the Palai city -- like, a lot. so many bloody fights happened in the streets, so many powers got deployed, so many giant fish landed on buildings... the damage is considerable, and now that they've buried their dead and celebrated their victories, the Palai who aren't making weapons are out and about repairing their city instead. any characters who show an inclination to help are promptly given piles of bricks and mortar and wooden planks, though they might want to ask each other or the Palai for help and direction to repair things...]

D (rain rain go away)

[there are a lot of different reasons to go swimming in the strange overhead ocean right now. maybe you're trying to find out why the rain fell from it a couple of days ago, or maybe you're checking to see what the frozen Uvi fortress looks like. maybe you even want to go visit the strange island above the waves again -- who knows what there is to find?

or maybe you just want to go wrestle sharks in there. go wrestle those sharks, no one's judging.]

E (free fall)

[come up with your own prompt and run with it!]

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[sucks in a breath as Geir rising leaves his stomach behind for a second]

Change things so I'm doing that instead...? Even if I have the strength, I don't know how.

But you want to?

[this is the important point, for Geir. everything in his life is either "I don't really know how to do this but I know I want it" or "I don't know how to do this and I don't know if I want to" right now. distinguishing between those two categories is all he has. at least a goal is a goal.]

Probably? I don't know? I need time to figure out how...

[THIS IS A LOT OF PRESSURE]

...if you don't know, you can decide later...

[THAT'S THE SECOND CATEGORY!!!!]

Okay.

I feel like I should be jumping at the chance to change it, though...it's weird.

[how do you...even be a good people]

...that's so strange...

As far as I know, Dad's never even thought about something like that. So you thinking about it is still different than I'm used to. I'm going to notice.

[you still get "thought vaguely about being a good person" credit]

[your bar is so low and that makes me so sad for some reason, snek]

. . . maybe it's different when you're more powerful and you think you know what you're doing, too? You can reach out and get what you want and you have a good reason for yourself for doing that, so why change that, why feel bad about it . . .

Yeah, why?

[I MEAN... THAT'S SOUND LOGIC.]

I don't know, because you're usually still hurting other people to get what you want? Maybe that's worth thinking about? How would you like it if it were the other way around?

[upset]

I thought you hated other people, though.

[the examples and what exactly they're talking about are starting to get a little mixed up, for Geir.]

Yeah, I knowwwwwww...

[thunks his head down again. It's Too Much]

[he's not empathetic, even for someone without a literal touch empathy skill, but he can hear the distress in Vern's voice.]

Are you okay. . .?

[deep sigh]

I'm okay. It's just hard to sort it out.

[Geir is quiet for a while, flying his slow loop around the island, until, abruptly:]

Am I asking you too much?

What?

[blank; it just does not process for a moment that Geir would consider this, and it catches him off-guard...]

[in a very small voice]

I was thinking about it the other day, when I was talking to someone at the festival. Um... I'm bad at these kinds of questions. Do they scare you, too?

[he's quiet again, briefly]

...

It's a lot. Um.

...

[sighs]

I don't know if...'scare' is the word I'd use? I...just want to be able to answer you well, give you something you can actually understand, and use. But sometimes you ask me things that...I haven't figured out myself, or haven't thought about much on my own behalf, so...it's hard to come up with an answer, then.

[he doesn't want to let Geir down. Geir is his responsibility as much as he's Geir's. but he's also painfully aware that he's young and has a very particular and constrained set of life experiences; how do you give a nuanced view that way and be sure you're not just spouting pure bullshit?]

I don't really care about that. I'm not asking you because I want a perfectly right answer, I'm asking because I want your answer.

But I don't have a lot of answers myself yet. I don't even know if I can-- anyway, maybe trying to use yours is lazy...

[fusses with the smaller scales on Geir's ridges, running his hands over them, feeling the texture]

You haven't been out of the ground that long. It makes sense you'd ask me these things? I just...don't always actually know, and what might be right for me might not be right for you. We're different people.

What do you mean, you don't know if you can?

[wow bad topic change we were talking about you!!!!!!!]

I'm not going to do anything you don't like, so "what might be right for me might not be right for you" doesn't really...

[almost gently]

Are you afraid of deciding for yourself?

. . . yes. . .?

[how could he not be? how does someone even decide who they are to know who's deciding? he doesn't know.]

Oh.

[he hadn't quite expected that answer, somehow. smooths his hand over Geir's neck]

You're not even half a year out from under that hill. If you want my likes and answers to lean on, you can have them, but...

[hesitates]

...if you're trying to figure yourself out, it's maybe not the best framework to, to just do what I want you to do all the time, to go by what I would do. I want you to be yourself too, not just...an extension of me? Is this making sense?

[something ugly in him twists -- of course he wanted Geir to only do what he wanted him to, once upon a time not long ago. maybe he's just making this even more confusing?]

[there's weather down around Aimintas, but up here, where you can get above the clouds, you can really hear the sound of the wind. no matter how you listen for it, it's muted below the water.]

. . . it makes sense, but. . . shouldn't I just be an extension of what you want, though? You summoned me. I'm yours. That's really not what you want?

[if he tries not to lean on Vern because Vern doesn't want him to, isn't that still following Vern's will? this still makes his head hurt, just as much as when he was talking to Jay about it.]

I...I love you? If you love someone you love them for who they are, not...not just how much they please you and obey you...

[there's a distraught note in his voice, not yet at the point where it will turn into lashing out, but Definitely Emotionally Compromised]