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[ciderandstew]

[The video starts with Calypso, sitting outside in the Earth sector somewhere, weaving fabric headbands or jewelry in an attempt to keep her hands busy and her mind occupied. She quiet for a moment, finishing one of the accessories and setting it aside in her basket.]

By now, it's become apparent to me that there are natives from more than a few different worlds calling the turtle home currently. I may not be around much on these devices, but I've spent my time watching and listening...

[She pauses, wringing her skirt in her hands a little.]

I'd like to hear stories about your homes, what makes it different from what you've learned about the others here. Your favorite things, what you miss most... If it's not too much to ask, that is.

If you want, I'd be more than happy to exchange a story of my own as well.

Comments

[fliesonfour]

I very much miss the back-alley bars, if it please you not to be scandalized by the notion. Reputable wines and seafood with good-oils to them. A bit of chatting, and a certain smell that was three-parts awful and one-part... also awful! But breathed in through a kerchief, had a sense of homeyness to it.

[A wink.]

But I have only said so to be polite, and answer the lady's request; I'd much rather here you tell tales. Well, well! A deal is a deal. It is your turn, Mademoiselle.

[ciderandstew]

Back-alley bars? I'll do my best not be scandalized. Whatever way you look at it, I suppose no matter how awful? Home is still home.

[She has the modesty to blush at that wink.]

My tales are hardly enjoyable, Joly. I miss little of home, though to be honest, I do miss my island a little... But only because it was something I'm familiar with...

[fliesonfour]

Which parts of you island, then? It is enjoyable in the extreme to hear you speak.

[ciderandstew]

You're too kind.

[She smiles a little at that, though.]

I miss my beach... I miss the way the air smells... And to be perfectly honest, I miss the isolation just a bit. It gets a little overwhelming here.

[fliesonfour]

And how does the air smell? Can you describe it for me?

[He closes his eyes with a smile.

Joly is not very imaginative (so he thinks), but he will attempt to picture it.]

[ciderandstew]

[Licking her lips, she thinks for a moment.]

It's difficult to describe, but I'd say very salty. Like the ocean, but often mixed with whatever I was cooking. I don't know, there was an almost sweet quality to it.

[fliesonfour]

Do you often cook sweet foods, then? Bread puddings, and the like?

[ciderandstew]

Not often... Though, I'm sure I could. It was usually just cooking for myself, most visitors didn't stay for dinner.

[fliesonfour]

[He peeked open an eye at last, then.]

Very rude, not to stay for dinner.

[Though he recalled the myth now, and the why of it. Still; he thought that any normal man would indeed be more-than tempted.]

Well; if you've ever a need for someone to stay for dinner, I know just the person.

Were you not given a private room, in which to stay inside when the crowd is too overwhelming, by the way? Perhaps a stint indoors might refresh you?

[ciderandstew]

I was, yes, but it still seems to be a little overwhelming at times. Perhaps I just need to spend more time away from the crowds instead of out and about in them.

A close friend staying for dinner may even do the trick.