Event Twenty-One

[awashmods]

Sometimes I feel happy, Sometimes I feel sad. Sometimes I feel curious, Sometimes I feel mad. Sometimes I feel silly, Sometimes I feel surprised. How many feelings, Do I have inside?

t's another regular, normal day in the Town. There's absolutely nothing to show that anything could possibly be wrong; the birds are chirping, the sky is bright, and everything is absolutely, entirely wrong. This time, though? The problem is internal. Slowly, bit by bit, people are going to stop feeling entirely like themselves -- or maybe even stop feeling at all. And suddenly that nice, bright day doesn't seem quite so nice and not quite so bright any longer after all. Welcome to Awash's Twenty-First event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[noholdsbard]

[ There’s a general sense of smallness from her, even if he’s carefully avoiding a direct look at her. Some part of him understands her need for privacy, if nothing else.

Her remark, however, gets him to turn back to her with a soft chuckle. ]

It is a pleasure for you to think so, my lady. But make no mistake—I find no misery in your company. Only…a sense that we are similar, perhaps. Kindred spirits.

[regrede]

[ both of them, trapped in the past—stuck on loves that have long since left them. she may not know all the details of tristan’s history, nor what binds him to existence here, but she can agree that they’re similar in some of the most painful ways. ]

Yes… for better or worse, I would agree.

[ she pulls her knees up, less than ladylike, but that incident with caramia’s body has made her just a little less careful. ]

I’d like to hear your side of things one day.

[noholdsbard]

[ In a way, it seems as though she’s easing up around him, for which he is grateful. ]

Perhaps someday I might tell it to you.

[ But he sighs, his shoulders slumping. ]

Though it is not an easy tale to tell. Nor should I add to your burdens with the telling of it.

[regrede]

Oh, I’ve probably heard sadder stories.

[ from someone she cares about, though—that’s different. not that witnessing the tragedies of others hadn’t been a burden in their own way, but hearing the details of a story that seems so close to hers from a person dear to her heart may be just as tristan has described. ]

Pick a day when my mood can’t get worse. We’ll have a glass of wine and make a night of it.

[noholdsbard]

[ He can’t help but chuckle at that. ]

Well, I certainly cannot say no to a fair maiden’s invitation for… [ what do the kids call it these days? ] …a “date.”

[regrede]

A date, you say. Hoho…

[ sierra laughs too, and finally, finally she seems back to her usual self—if there are any differences, it’s likely from character growth rather than the town’s influence. ]

Yes. We’ll go on a date, in whatever spot you find most romantic in this town.