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[Communion begins and despite the source, it's strained. At least, in a way that perhaps it shouldn't be, especially considering that it involves Midna, who seems like one of the most nonchalant individuals in this world. She hasn't, in truth, addressed much of anything or anyone since the Harbinger incident, her death, her relocation to Highstorm, and that is beginning to bite her in the Twili backside.

Of course, if she were less prideful, she might actually address that. But maybe it all comes across in something about her, or what feels like wavering conviction, an otherwise kind of weakness she wouldn't ever intentionally display.]

Poor Springstar. There couldn't have been a better time for me to get out of there.

[Never mind that the discord a Meridian experiences in opposing atmosphere is a real contender. Perhaps Midna will turn as monstrous as those attacking the city of infinite light, except to her understanding, they aren't real monsters. No. Her discord is already manifesting in its own way.]

That said, surely we're keeping it all under control, no? The lot of us perfectly capable. If these little obstacles we go through for the Oracles don't hinder us, I find it hard to believe that a bit of chaos and murder is going to stop us. Well, those of us eager to throw ourselves into the fray that is.

[...So... people who aren't her?]

I'm sure I'll be making a little visit over there eventually, but that's not why I'm here now. Since I've made Highstorm my darling little home, I'd like to learn a bit more about it. It's beautiful, there are some nice places to eat, but I'm afraid I just don't know the area well enough. And I've been asked if I'll be decorating my home. I don't suppose there's a nice place to go shopping or some decorative ideas. Much as I'd love to fill my place with paintings, I've discerning taste.

I promise if I can get a little self-indulgence out of the way, I'll certainly be more helpful to my fellow Meridians.

[Which she may, or may not be. Either way, she thinks she's doing a great job pretending to be... well. Herself. But she's probably laying it on too thick this time.]

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Hm. What a curious world you came from. I suppose being here must be considerably different by comparison.

[Perpetual daylight. Perpetual nighttime. Having any kind of change from what they considered 'normal' would be quite the change to become accustomed to. At least she's just had to move from light into dark.

Enough on that, however.]

Oh? Are you offering to attempt to decorate my home? How sweet of you.

Ah, it wasn't the entire world, just the latitude.

Eorzea's night and days were a bit more even. It wasn't this... totality of perpetual light or perpetual dark.

[As for the offer...]

Ah, well, I was thinking of pointers towards shops in the market in general. My own living quarters don't have decoration, as I said.

I see. In that, perhaps we are more alike. The realm I came from has no light, but the other one outside of it had some very fascinating day and night cycles. It was very much an experience.

[And that sounds a little more like maybe what he was experiencing. Perhaps. Hard to know without experiencing it for herself.

After some moment's of consideration, a transparent pause in communion, she continues.]

Or you can come with me and perhaps we'll both find some pieces of decor. I have an eye for these things. Maybe I'll be the one decorating your place. And you'll be able trust my judgement for I happen to be an excellent judge of culture and character.

[That is, she's a princess and she is refined. And probably high maintenance.]

Is that so? I'd like to learn more about your world.

[Because it sounds fascinating, especially being connected to a second one.]

Oh, I've plenty of experience in culture. [he laughs quietly] It's gotten me into trouble, before.

[Read: he is a rich boy and bad with money.]

I could be persuaded to share a little more on it. Perhaps. If I get something in return. I am not in the habit of charitable works.

[Sounds perhaps self-interested of her, and it is, but that is just the way she is. Not to say she can't do nice things for others. She can. She has. She simply has a reputation she must uphold.]

So perhaps you can share some of your personal experiences with culture in return.

I'd never ask for something for free.

[He is a businessman, even if it's not a skill he's had any use for in Kenos. Perhaps others would be put off, but it had been a request he'd been half expecting.]

Your terms are perfectly acceptable.

Oh, good. Because I always get my way.

[In one way or another, that is. And no, she really doesn't, but she's certainly not going to admit to it.]

So you can escort me around. Can't have a lady carrying things for herself, after all. What a shame it'd be if I pulled something in one of my arms or hurt my hand.

Uh... certainly, I suppose.

[He says obliviously.]

I have been here long enough to know my way around the markets, after all.

[She has a thought to ask him exactly how long, but she can use that in conversation pieces. The wiser thing will be to hold onto that. It'll make for a nice ice breaker. Midna doesn't dislike a little silence, but she's so much better when she can use her tongue.]

I would certainly hope so. I believe you've been here in this world longer than I have. If you don't know your way around a market, there might not be any hope for the rest of us. But to be fair, I didn't mind a little window shopping, as it were. I don't even know if I'll find anything that I like.

[Not to mention that Midna does not have an unending income, as it were.]

I was among the first group. I'm not sure how many of us remain, now. Though the only advantage it brings is more familiarity with the area, really.

[But as for the markets...]

That's fair enough. There's a reason my own living space is rather sparse— though that doesn't stop me from looking. I've heard rumors about a shop said to sell things from our worlds, or at least things that resemble them, but I've never seen it myself.

[It's probably the first time that she's gotten information that is... considerably more telling than it seems. The implication there is large. That even someone who came from the very beginning of all of this knows barely anything more than someone in her position. Makes her feel just a touch better that she's been able to make zero progress on figuring out what the hell is happening in this world or where the truth is.

Although it does make her wonder why more people haven't simply risen up, if that's the case. It's not likely that everyone brought here is perfectly patient. She doesn't even know who to discuss that with or what good discussion would even do at this point. Maybe that's the effect, however. Resignation. After so long of beating one's face against a wall, it'll come to a close and surrender will ensue.

Perhaps that's what's happened.]

Hm. [Is the only observation she outwardly makes about that. Still, it's good to know all the same.] Selling things from our worlds. I wasn't aware that was a thing either. Of course, if it's just duplication that hardly seems worth it. I wouldn't be fooled by something artificial. I'd like to think our last Oracle misadventure taught me quite enough of that.

[Although what it's really taught her is she won't dare trust a single thing that even resembles something familiar to her in this world, because it'll probably just be a big, giant lie.]

Aye, there's a reason I haven't given the place much thought.

[But it's worth bringing up just the same.

Though he can't know her thoughts on the matter, it's obvious he's rather cynical over the idea.]

It's always struck me as a bit of a dangling carrot.

That is certainly one way of putting it. Some people would be desperate for something familiar. There's no crime in that. But I think for people like you and me, such things of simplicity will not work on us.

[She cannot be bribed and she suspects Cid cannot either. Much less with things less than authentic.]

...Aye, that is the gist of it.

Still, I don't know what to make of it. Where would they get information on our worlds to begin with? Creating convincing fakes must come from knowledge.

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