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Seriously?? Ori, that's great, though!! [He has to blow a particulary wayward frond of plant life out of his face as he walks back in, but he's still beaming with excitement, doing his best not to rattle the vase to the table to zip right back over to her.]

If you've got someone who makes you feel that good about yourself, and who makes you smile as much as you did at Lucia's, then time doesn't always need to be a question, right? You've got something special!

Here, here, let me see -- [Gesturing for her hand now that his are free, GIMME GIMME GIMME.] That's the ring from the goddess, right?

[ She's the one who asked for Otegine's help, and now he's doing all the work while she's standing around being giddy... Oops.

But it's hard not to get swept up in the joy of it all, especially when Otegine reacts the way he does. It's so nice to see him like this, too, and even nicer that he so easily shares in her joy. He really is such a kind soul... And the fondness she has for him only grows when she hears his words. Time doesn't always need to be a question. Of course Otegine would understand this, better than anyone... Why shouldn't she chase the happiness she's found here? Just because it bloomed over the course of two months and not two years, or even two decades... That doesn't mean her desire to protect and make M-21 happy and make memories with him that can fill the void left by the ones he's forgotten any less real.

So of course, she holds her hand out for him to inspect the ring, though her other hand remains at he face, resting against a flushed cheek. ]

Thanks, Otegine... I... I needed to hear that, I think. He really does make me happy, so I can't let myself focus on my worries.

[ And as for his question... ]

Mm. The Goddess' feather turned into this. Apparently he got into a disagreement with her that ended in a fight, but I guess he still ended up with a feather in the end...

[Mn. He falls quiet for a second, a thumb tracing over the ring. It hurts a little, to hear as much. But... that wasn't for here, though. Not for her.]

You're welcome.

Yeah, she's... she's being pretty strict about her expectations right now. I'm assuming he's doing okay? Not too beat up?

If she said yes, though, then I think you guys have a good chance. [He'll take that hand full into both of his own, clasping it.] Be confident in yourself, Ori. And... maybe talk to him, about your worries.

If he loves you so much that he'd fight a god for you, I'm sure he'll want to do whatever he can to listen to you, too.

[ That silent moment draws her notice, a note to herself in her mind that she'll tuck away until later. For now, she'll follow the conversation the way Otegine is guiding it. ]

Well, nothing that my healing couldn't handle, but... You're right. I know we'll figure things out together, he and I. And I'll do my best. Not just for M, but you, and everyone here, and my friends from home... I won't worry myself out of a chance to have something precious...

[ Though she cannot help the fond little chuckle that bubbles up out of her. ]

Really, though. Fighting the Goddess... He can be a bit ridiculous, but I really do adore that about him.

Hey, he fought pretty hard for you at the auction, too. I can't say I'm all that surprised. [Just gently letting her have her hand back! Time to head back toward the front counter, calling out over his shoulder.]

Have you had time to figure out a date or anything? You're doing all this for for everybody else, and having a wedding of your own??

[girl are u ok]

[ Otegine lets go to fetch the rest of the arrangements, and Ori steps up to the ones he's brought, getting to work on organizing them in different spots around the backroom - though his question has her going still, first. ]

Uh....

[ yeah, that's a no. girl help ]

I don't know about having a wedding... At least, not one like some people are having...

[There's silence from Otegine's end as well, his pace careful as he eases another arrangement into the room, trying to lower it enough from his face to look over at her.]

...Something private, then? Or... are you guys just staying here on the island for a while?

Oh, um... Definitely something private. When I think about being in front of people for this, I...

[ ...want to pass out, is what she wants to say. ]

...And we're still figuring out what comes after, but... I don't feel too worried. Whatever we end up deciding, it'll be something we decide together...

Mn. That's the most important part, isn't it? Making sure you're agreed on whatever comes next. [It's good to hear, that she's committed rely on M21.

He huffs out a breath as he finds a free spot on the table, choking a bit when it wobbles and reflexively securing his hands to the base to ground it.

Phew...]

Well, whenever it happens... I hope it's a happy and restful time for you both. It's something you deserve, after all your hard work. [Very few around here deserve a happy ending more than Ori, but perhaps his opinion is a little biased.]

Remind me to show you what else I brought along, when we're all done here. Whether you stay or not, I still think I'd like your opinion.

[ Ori is similarly poised to avert a potential disaster when the arrangement wobbles a bit; she can't help but audibly sigh in relief when Otegine stabilizes it, but it's got less to do with Otegine's carrying skills and more to do with her needing to perhaps put a little more thought into... how structurally sound some of these may (or may not) be...

In any case, the moment that Otegine starts talking about what she deserves, and her hard work, her hands still in the foliage of the arrangement she's currently fussing over, head turning to regard him. She can't help but think about that summer day, when she'd read his application at the auction and realized after seeing him react to it that it had, in fact, been him. How she knew this was someone who works hard - probably too hard - to make everyone around them happy. How tired he'd looked when the night as over... ]

Ahh... Won't you consider the same for yourself, Otegine? You've been here since the spring, haven't you... I hope you have a happy and restful time, too.

[ With... Owen? She remembers finding the same marks on him that she'd seen on Otegine. She hasn't dared to ask, but...

(An ache of the heart that was fleeting and short and over before it began. That's what it feels like.) ]

...

[A tired laugh leaves his lips, eyes briefly travelling to the floor before easing back up.]

M-mn. I'll have plenty of time for it, Ori. Don't worry.

[He'll shrug with a careful exhale, trying to find his words. He doesn't want to affect the mood.]

It's kind of why I have my little, uh... project. I want something tangible, to make sure those of us that are staying behind can remember everyone.

[ Ah. It makes her so sad to think that everyone's time together here is coming to an end... Of course, they've already seen a few friends disappear, but... At the end of this month, people will most likely be heading back to their worlds, presumably with their spouses, and... Although she and M-21 haven't made any decisions in that regard... Does that mean they'll be gone, too?

And what, then, of Otegine...? Staying behind...

She doesn't want him to be left here. Not when she can still remember that twisting in her heart when she watched him be left behind for years and years and years. ]

Oh, I... I see. You're making something to remember everyone by...?

Sort of. It's not really for myself, though.

I thought it might be nice for people to leave some sort of sentiment or pictures or just a little writing of what they cared about most, and that we could leave it with the library's collection. Make us all a part of the history of the island, or something like that.

[Because all that would be left would be memories, eventually. They deserved a place in the time and history of this island just as much as anything else, even if it was fleeting.]

Oh...

[ For a moment, she pictures something like a book, full of people's memories and thoughts, sitting in the library. Something concrete, as Otegine's said, to root them all to this island even when there may be a time when they've all departed from it...

It's just like him to think of something like that, she thinks. ]

You really are such a thoughtful friend to everyone, Otegine. I think that's a fantastic idea! What can I do to help?

Ah, nothing crazy, I promise! I don't want this getting in the way of people's celebrations, so... even if you just want to think about it before winter ends and get back to me about it, it'd be more than enough.

I don't know who in town has a camera anymore, but a picture of you and your shop would be fitting, I think. It's nice to remember when things first are thriving.

[He's feeling a little weird dwelling too hard on it, though, so he just shakes himself to attention a bit, going back out to the front to continue work.]

Anyway, it's out in the front if you have anything in mind, but don't worry about it right this second!

[ She's quick to shake her head with a smile. ]

I think most of us would be more than happy to take a quick moment to contribute... The longer you wait, the busier people are going to get, so... I can help spread the word, if you'd like!

[ She's already running around everywhere, she might as well take a quick moment to chat people up about this while she's at it.

This time, she follows him back out to the storefront in search of this project, wandering over to where Otegine had put his things down. Otegine's making short work of his current task, and she can always organize things back there after he's gone on his way. For now, she'd like to take a look at the book... ]

It would be nice if this place made it in, somehow... I never really thought I would have the chance to be in one place long enough to do something like open a shop, so this little spot is precious to me... Maybe... I can put some pressed flowers in here...?

So long as it's not taking up too much of your time, then sure! Thank you. I don't mind a little extra word of mouth.

[He's still not exactly on great terms with the remaining farmers anyway, and he knows that realistically not all of them will want to participate. But he hopes it will be nice, for the ones that do take the time.]

What kind are you thinking? We have all those kinds that we all can grow anyway thanks to the goddess... but if you have anything you really like to use around here with what you work on, wouldn't that be a nice reminder?

[ She nods, casting a glance over to where she keeps a large chunk of her flower cuttings stored away in the main shop, in a cooled display cabinet of sorts... (it's like a fridge, but she's probably never going to get used to appliance talk honestly). ]

Hmm... How about forget-me-nots? That would be a nice flower for this kind of thing, since we're wanting to put our memories down in a more tangible way, right? I'll have to see if I have any dried and pressed already. I've been trying to do that with any of the flowers that don't get sold in time...

[ With the book now taken up in her arms, she opens it, fingertips grazing across the blank pages. ]

...You're really staying behind, Otegine...?

Kind of appropriately named, huh... do you have any now? I've never seen them before.

[...Ah. And then she moves the topic back.

He lets out a breath, stilling his hands against the next vase. It's been several days, and the thought of his argument with the goddess still sours him deeply. But it's not a feeling Ori deserves to have seep in, not one that belongs in a place of celebration and memory. So he swallows it down.

It's a problem for the future. Ori... wouldn't be in that future for much longer.]

...Yeah. Just for now.

[Four months is both so full, and yet so fleeting. He knows it will be a pinpoint soon enough.]

It'll be okay, Ori. Someone important told me it's better to focus on the present, while we can.

That's what I'd like.

[ It's precisely because she may not be in his life for much longer that she reads into the thickness of his silence, its weight. Something must have happened. And while normally she might have been content to give him the space to swallow it down, to table it for a future conversation... She doesn't want to, this time. How many future conversations are they going to have?

She pulls her arm in to hold the opened book close to her chest as she makes her way to Otegine and rests a gentle, friendly hand against his. ]

That's true, but... If you're having bad feelings in the present, then that deserves some focus, too, doesn't it?

[ Otegine is going to run himself further and further into the ground like this... ]

I'm here for you, Otegine. If you want to talk about it. And it's okay if you don't, but... What I'd like is to be there for my friend, if he needs me to be.

Ori...

[...

There's hesitation, as there always is. He doesn't want to feel these things. He wants to focus on being happy for her. To shove the rest to the side and come back to it when he knew it was okay to sulk.

But she's asked him this so often, now. And he remembers how she looked, when his other self has so flatly rejected her extended hand.

...

Slowly, he nods, a tiredness tinging his eyes as he idly traces the linework of the vase with his free hand, the fingers underneath Ori's curling slightly.]

...Mn. I've... really been a stick in the mud the last few weeks, haven't I? I kind of want to just get past all of it already.

[At least he knows he doesn't need to unravel on her completely like he did on Owen. He had his place, to be frustrated about things that the town couldn't control.

...]

The goddess and I got into a disagreement a couple days ago. It didn't last long, but... I've been barred from her pond since then.

[ It's all the more important that Otegine talks about it, she thinks, if he really does want to get past it sooner than later. And so Ori listens dutifully, her gaze fixed on him through every offered word, her hand unmoving on his.

A disagreement with the goddess... Not one that ended in a fight like M-21's, and judging from his outlook... not one that resulted in a feather, either. She draws in a deep breath and then looses it in a quiet sigh. ]

I see. I'm glad you came out of it physically unharmed, at least...

[ Little do they know... ]

It must have been a difficult disagreement.

...

[His eyes trail the counter surface for a moment - less in further hesitation, and more an active consideration, sorting through what he shouldn't say.]

Mn. I... tried to make my case for Owen. He and the goddess have never gotten along, but...

[His lips thin, hands starting to fist against the countertop.]

Owen can't take her blessing without it becoming a dangerous situation. Either he has to possibly cripple himself back home for the rest of his life, or-- or he just stays trapped here. Forever.

I wanted to ask her if there was anything else she could do to work with him, or make it safer. He's had enough forced on him.

When I told her I didn't need her blessing to know how I felt about the whole situation, though, she dismissed me. And when I tried to stand my ground and demand an answer, she barred me entirely.

[ Ori finally pulls her hand away when he moves them onto the countertop, though the other remains clutching at the soon-to-be book of memories. But never once does she take her eyes off of him. She gazes up at him, trying to find words for what he must be feeling in each of his features.

"Frustrated" and "disappointment" are what she's gathered, so far.

In response, Ori hums thoughtfully, her own lips pressing into a thin line as her gaze falls to Otegine's hands, balled into fists. ]

So it's like that...

[ Owen must be a highly magical entity, for such a complication to arise. ]

Those with godlike powers, deities... They seem to always have incredibly strong personalities and wills, especially when they interact closely and regularly with mortals...

[ Which is her saying she's not all too surprised at this outcome. But that doesn't make it nice to hear about. ]

Without knowing all of the details, I... I think you did the right thing, to ask. You care about him. So you had to try, for his sake, right? I don't know what the solution will end up looking like, but... I'm hopeful that you and Owen will come to one. And if there's any way that I can help, somehow...

[ She's no goddess by any means, but Otegine has seen what she's capable of, quite literally first-hand. Magic powerful enough to transport she and her friends across the world through trees... that can conjure waves of water... that can heal creatures and forests... ]

You only need to say the word.

Edited 2023-03-09 15:44 (UTC)

...Thank you, Ori.

[He lets the compassion sit with him before he can push it away - the simple feeling of being listened to, of an offering for support. He wishes it were as simple as the book.

...]

I don't know if there is any other solution right now that she'll allow. Like I said earlier, she's being strict about her expectations that she's had from the start. Not making a vow means you don't leave - no exceptions. And having that challenged just reeks of disrespect, right? [He gestures kind of awkwardly down at himself.] And, you know, just as one diety to another, I can get that much. I feel similarly to her when she tries to challenge me on something I can't change, either.

[It doesn't change how angry the solid wall in his face makes him feel, though. His jaw tightens at the flare in his chest, exhaling at the tension.] I don't mean to fight her to change her mind. I just care more about his safety than her pride right now. I'm not doing that to him just to make her happy.

...

Besides... she wants to hear about love. [He shrugs weakly, his free hand moving to the back of his neck, shooting Ori a lopsided attempt at a smile.] I'm a weapon. That kind of love that she wants... it's not something I can really give to anyone, you know? I told that to the goddess from the start.

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