text [some time before the end of the event]

[muscovy]

[Guess which temple Muscovy is currently in, tucked in a corner somewhere, using his backpack as a backrest and playing around with the new emoji app? It's not that he likes being in the temples, no matter which god_ess they belong to, but considering how things outside took a turn for the worse instead of for the better, he has decided on spending siren times inside - this time in Delight's temple. Which gave him time to waste.]

There are little pictures in the comms. Why?

[None of the comms that he had before had those. And also]

What do these mean? [He can figure out the others - people with different faces, and cats with different faces, hearts and a star. But those four are confusing.]


[ooc: If you'd rather approach him in person, that is fine, too!]

Comments

[ushahin]

That is a lovely sentiment.

[He's not sure he believes it, but it's nice to know there's someone out there who still does.]

What's a chocolate frog?

[muscovy]

It is how things are.

[There's no more nor less to it.]

It looks like a frog but is mae form chocolate and jumps around and melts in your hands.

[ushahin]

Perhaps for you.

[The cynicism is strong with this one.]

Sounds like an interesting form of magic.

[muscovy]

No, they just are like that. Friends don't change. Just sometimes people are so sad that they stop thinking about them in the right way, or so silly that they never started thinking about them the right way and try to run away from having friends.

But with time and someone's help that can be fixed.

It is a useful kind. We had shards of mirrors that could talk to each other from the same people. [He isn't sure what the point of the frogs was, put figures that there has to have been one.]

[ushahin]

[He definitely falls into the latter category. He'd rather keep people at a distance, letting only a few get close to him over the long years.]

You speak wise words for one so young. I do not have talent for making friends with people easily.

[Older than dirt. Supremely powerful. Has all of the emotional range of a tablespoon.]

I can do something similar with a group of ravens. A Ravensmirror, if you will. Impossible to do at present times, of course, without more than one of them.

[muscovy]

My mother is like that, too. But she got better, so you can get better too, yes?

[And now she's worse than he ever knew her, but that's okay. He knows where she can get, he's dead set on getting her there again.]

[ushahin]

True. I possess nothing but time on my hands.

[One of the advantages of being immortal. He didn't need to change if he didn't want to, but there was always still the possibility present.]

[muscovy]

Then you should use it, yes?

[ushahin]

Perhaps I shall.

[If nothing else, he's making a good start of it now. This is the second conversation he's held with Muscovy and both have been friendly enough thus far.]

[muscovy]

When you do, I can help you.

[He has no specific plan, - most ideas he's just not strong enough for yet - but he's pretty sure that he'll find ways.]