Evening steals in calm [open]

[flawedgoods]

Characters: Favrielle (flawedgoods)
Location: Streets/canals surrounding WA-3A (Water Sector)
Situation: Exploring!
Warnings/Rating: None I can think of~ Just be warned Favrielle's not particularly friendly or warm off the bat.
Additional Notes: Prose or action spam welcome, as are any tenses!


It had been only hours since she'd been fished from the ocean by the kedan, and taken to their city of Keeliai. After drying off, she'd spent most of the trip asking questions of those who sat with her for the trip. The more used to them she got and the more at ease in the flow of questions and answers, the more she felt herself. She drew herself up straighter and betrayed less of her reactions in her expression. By the trip's end she didn't feel herself once more but she felt capable of faking that she wasn't shaken by her circumstances.

They left her in her suite after fully explaining how to use the facilities, far more advanced in technology than she was familiar with, and Favrielle found herself with an abundance of time on her hands. She couldn't remember the last time she hadn't had something to do for someone. Training, practicing, a gown to finish, a project to start or a debt to pay off.

Dressed in the gown she'd arrived in, she ventured out of the building to get a sense of her surroundings. It was night, but with so many lanterns reflected in the water of the canals, the ground itself glowing in places beneath her feet, and so many new sights to take in, she hardly noticed the darkness.

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[littlecousin]

[While she's reasonably sure the kedan meant well, pulling her out of the water and then steadily carting her away from it for six solid hours had only slowed Nita's recovery from her inexplicable coma. Consequently she'd dived into the first bit of water she could find in Keeliai, possibly to the kedans' bafflement, possibly not. She hadn't looked back to check.

For the first few minutes, zipping around the canal system after so much enforced inactivity had been a welcome change, but one canal was much the same as the others, minus the odd juulan or stone that had fallen in to go unrecovered. Atlanteans would have decorated the canals, but Atlanteans are water-breathers. Surface dwellers put all the interesting stuff up in where there's air.

Now thoroughly hydrated, Nita decided to switch modes of travel. The thought was as good as the deed, and she rocketed out of the canal in a spray of water to hover about 10 feet in the air, paying attention to what was above the water line for the first time since she'd arrived in the city.]

[flawedgoods]

[Favrielle jumped back immediately at the spray of water. She held her hands up to shield herself from it as best she could, and with a twist of her lips looked in the direction it had come to try and discern what had happened.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of feet well above the water's surface. Her gaze traveled up bare legs, and she soon realized the woman there was simply hovering there in midair. The kedan had shocked her with their variety of appearances and explanation that they could change their semblance at will, but this was in a completely different category of shocking.

Favrielle stares, not wanting to draw attention to herself by voicing the obvious question "How did she do that?"]

[littlecousin]

[Nita's keen Atlantean senses help her detect the woman standing near the edge of the canal, staring at her.]

Oh, hey. Did I splash you? Sorry.

[She comes in for a graceful landing in front of Favrielle, a puddle starting to form around her feet as she drips everywhere, not seeming to notice that she's wet.]

[flawedgoods]

[Elua, how did one talk to a flying woman with wings on her feet when she was simply standing there in what seemed like a costume (or her undergarments) dripping wet in public?

Favrielle snapped herself out of it, stopped staring, and just looked the woman (a kedan?) in the eyes. She gives the briefest of inclinations of her head to the apology.]

The dress was already ruined by the salt water. You're another one of the kedan?

[Because normal people don't have wings on their feet or fly or anything like that okay?]

[littlecousin]

[Nita laughs good-naturedly. She's used to being stared at, and the assumption behind the question is so obviously wrong.]

Nope, not local. I'm from Atlantis.

[She says it like that should jog Favrielle's memory. Namor is kind of (in)famous, and she's not exactly a nobody herself.]

[flawedgoods]

Atlantis? Where is that?

[If there's a legend of Atlantis on Favrielle's version of Earth, it certainly doesn't go by that name because it's clear from her expression that it doesn't ring a bell.]

[littlecousin]

[Nita's face darkens for a moment; that's a tender subject. But it's clear Favrielle doesn't know, so she masters the emotion and goes on as though nothing happened.]

Underwater.

[She turns her head and runs a finger down the side of her neck to draw attention to the gill slits there. And her pointed ears, incidentally.]

[flawedgoods]

[Favrielle sees that she's hit a sore point, but she's rather too preoccupied with her own circumstances to consider being polite or apologetic about bringing it up. Actually, it's not really in her nature, regardless.

Besides, she's distracted by the woman's pointed ears and gills. Like a fish, Elua help her. She brings a hand up to cover her eyes and shakes her head. Favrielle's not prepared to deal with these answers.]

If you're not kedan then you're here as I am? They pulled you from the sea as well?

[littlecousin]

Yeah. They weren't doing me any favors, but they didn't know that.

Where are you from that you don't know about Atlantis?

[It's not accusatory. Nita just can't figure it out. Anyone from Earth would know, and any of the alien species that can pass for human wouldn't be thrown by her appearance.]

[flawedgoods]

They weren't?

[She raises an eyebrow at the other woman. Her expression and tone of voice are very clearly doubtful.]

And I'm from Terre d'Ange. The City of Elua to be specific.

[Despite not knowing Atlantis, Favrielle says the names as if she expects Nita will probably recognize them.]

[littlecousin]

[Nita shrugs.]

I'm aquatic. Water's good for me.

[Drip drip drip.]

"Terre d'Ange." Doesn't ring a bell.

[She doesn't sound too confused. Probably another universe. And it sounds all mystic, so maybe it's one of those places Dr. Strange is always off visiting.]

[flawedgoods]

[The other woman doesn't seem to find this out of the ordinary and so Favrielle does her best not to appear affected or startled. She can be calm and collected.]

Unfortunate.

[Tilting her head to the side, Favrielle decides it's better not to drive herself crazy and move on. There's far more about the flying woman that likely can be addressed, starting with an introduction. Favrielle straightens her shoulders, though her eyes look the woman up and down with renewed interest.]

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Favrielle nó Eglantine.

[littlecousin]

Namorita Prentiss.

[Without considering the fact that maybe Favrielle doesn't want to shake her wet hand, Nita offers it with a smile.]

[shifu_sifu]

[The walkways and rooftops are acceptable means of travel, but Shifu has taken the serene boat ride route in his tour of Water. A kedan maneuvers the craft for him and gives a few comments to the architecture as they move through the water.

When he sees Favrielle, Shifu holds up his hand in a request for the boat to slow. Her attire is different than what he has seen and her skintone -- well, she does not carry a blue tinge, though he is still growing accustomed to these fur-free apes wandering around.

As the boat slowly passes her, he looks to make eye contact and gives a precise nod -- greeting and acknowledgement.]

[flawedgoods]

[Favrielle doesn't pay the boat much attention until she notices that the creature in there is staring at her and wearing a robe of some sort. How odd, she thinks, that the kedan dress their pets as such.

At least, she believes it's a pet until it offers her a very distinct nod, expression full of intelligence and self-awareness.

This world grows stranger and stranger, and Favrielle's training is ingrained in her enough to at least manage a nod in return.]

[shifu_sifu]

[Her calm response -- unfamiliarity is not a reaction the native population has to strange things such as he -- is reason enough for Shifu to give a simple thanks to the kedan, then leap off the boat and land not far from Favrielle.]

That is a strange form and unlike what the kedan prefer. You are newly arrived in this Sector.

[That sure is a blend of observation and question.]

[flawedgoods]

[Favrielle draws herself, looking a bit indignant. The animal can talk and it's saying she looks strange.

Her answer is snapped out a bit defensively.]

My form is perfectly normal.

[Not affirming his assessment that she is newly arrived, however.]

[shifu_sifu]

[Unfazed; Shifu stated the truth as he sees it and, in response, he raises an eyebrow.]

You are tall, thin, and almost completely without fur. This is a form most strange, as mine is proving strange to others.

[flawedgoods]

[Still not entirely appeased.]

You might state that less as an absolute truth and a matter of perspective from the start.

[Otherwise of course she's going to take offense.]

[shifu_sifu]

And cloud my statement with falsehoods? No. Lies and deceit dishonour a first encounter.

[flawedgoods]

I would think stating a subjective opinion as fact would be more deceitful.

[shifu_sifu]

[He stands there, an ear flicking back and forth. The point is valid, but he is not conceding the battle yet.]

It is fact to me and I shared it only to you. This gave you the chance to correct me. [Eyebrow uuuuup.] How is this deceitful?

[flawedgoods]

[...she is debating this with a rodent. Elua, what has her life come to?]

Closer to deceit than absolute truth colored by your personal perspective, but debating the matter doesn't make for a good first meeting either.

Your initial assertion is correct, I am new to the sector. As you disassociated yourself with the kedan, I assume you are are well?

[shifu_sifu]

[Her life has come to nirvana?? More accurately, to TURTLETOPIA.]

I am.

[He will let her have the debate this time.]

It appears that the kedan have fished many different kinds of animals from their waters. I have not seen such variety in many years.

[There. HE'S BEING PC THIS TIME.]

[flawedgoods]

[She accepts his change in words with more grace than she might normally, if nothing else than for the respect she has for a creature that reminds her of her elders.]

Yes, it appears they have.

[Have a considering look, Shifu.]

Are there any here you were familiar with before your arrival?