a) Eda can be found idly leaning on a hand at the table with the chocolate fountain. Instead of the items specifically meant for it, what she appears to be dipping are some of the already-candied insects from Bumble Gum.
She tosses one into her mouth and crunches happily, regardless of whether this seems to be bothering anyone. Well, she might be being a little more obvious about it, if it seems to be.
“It’s nice finding some food that isn’t weird here,” she comments, sounding completely sincere about this.
b) As much as the festival is fun, it’s also a lot. While she’s been socialising more since settling in to Gloucester, it’s still not her favorite activity. She’s partly at the festival to support Rue–how she wound up with a close friend who’s this much of a social butterfly is anyone’s guess, because she certainly can’t explain it.
At more than one point throughout the day, she decides she needs a little bit of time to sit, and, if not avoid people entirely then at least be somewhere that isn’t terribly noisy.
She can be spotted sprawled on a blanket near a fire pit, sipping hot cocoa or, perhaps, providing a little ambiance by picking away at soft tunes on her cithrinchen.
Campball Lessons
Eda hasn’t had an excuse to dust off her sports skills in a while. This may not be the game she used to excel at, but it’s still an excuse to kick a ball around and she’ll take it.
She’s idly switching between kicking said ball around the space and bouncing it on her feet and occasionally knees. Right now she seems like she’s mostly getting a feel for the weight, and the whole not using her hands thing. Or perhaps she’s just remembering that having something like this to play with constantly is relaxing for her.
Unfortunately, it’s probably a lot less relaxing for anyone else in her vicinity. She grins when she spots someone she knows–or maybe even someone who she doesn’t.
“Think fast!” And with that she sends the ball right towards their head.
Fashion Show Prep
For someone who certainly talks enough about how good she looks, Eda seems perhaps surprisingly uncertain about the fashion show.
Maybe it’s a case of stage fright; maybe she still feels a little silly in some of the fancier outfits a certain owlbear has been adding to her wardrobe lately.
Namely, at the moment, a flowy, dark blue dress with a pattern of golden branches across it, currently paired with a crown of small red flowers, woven leafy branches and a few feathers perched on her recently-cut hair. The feathers look like they come from something at least loosely related to an owl.
She’s hanging around the tent looking undecided about all of this nonsense. Maybe someone should talk her into–or out of–entering.
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Elidibus hadn't intended to participate in the game. Or the lessons for that matter, but he was still lingering around since Emet-Selch had been convinced to do so. Loosely on the sidelines, he might very well have been looking like a person who deserved to have a ball kicked at their head because they refused to participate in something fun like sports.
So clearly it's okay that Eda does so and at least she calls a warning.
Elidibus also knows the sport is not something you're supposed to use your hands for. Unless you're the goalkeeper? Or was that the local 'soccer' variation? He reacts quickly, in part because he's observant and also because of Eda's call, resulting in catching the fast-traveling ball with gloved hands.
There's clearly a moment where he considers simply throwing it back and bowing out. Instead Elidibus approaches Eda.
"Were you in need of a practice partner? I do not intend to participate, though I would not mind aiding you for a time."
"Honestly? I just wanted to see what you'd do," Eda admits with a small shrug. That, and the fact he was hanging around without participating did make her want to pester him, just on principle.
How else is she supposed to meet new people here anyway? She's pretty sure that she hadn't seen this guy around before today, though she wouldn't quite bet money on it. Of course, it's possible that he simply looks different and is glamoured at the moment--but she can't say the voice is familiar either.
"But those are some pretty good reflexes," she adds, glancing him over. "Guess it couldn't hurt to make sure I remember what I'm doing." Not that she actually sounds concerned about it.
This person has definitely not been around for very long. But Elidibus seems to be doing an okay job of dressing like the locals and fitting into a routine. No one's raised any alarms about him (yet). Eda might have seen him with another, much taller man. But Emet-Selch is off doing Other Things right now.
"Thank you. Though I had been observing." The ball is dropped to the ground at his feet. Rather than set down his backpack, Elidibus makes sure it's balanced properly on his back before moving forward, guiding the ball and himself closer with experimental nudging. There doesn't seem to be much in the pack so it won't hinder him. And maybe it is reasonable not to leave it just laying around for anyone to steal.
"I believe I understand the basics," he offers. "So it comes to what you desire to practice." Elidibus does seem confident doesn't he? Well he's also the type of person who would ask if something came up that he didn't understand from just watching and listening to the others.
And he's wearing sensible enough shoes when you consider it's still winter. So this probably won't be a total disaster on his end. A sudden, sharper kick sends the ball swiftly back in Eda's direction.
He, meanwhile, may have seen a much taller and featherier version of Eda around the ADI; but from a distance the main similarity between versions is the hair.
She watches him, perhaps a little curious about the pack but if she is she doesn't comment. When he kicks the ball back in her direction, her first instinct is to catch it with a hand; grudgby habits die hard. She catches herself and blocks it with a knee instead, but not quite as fast as she would have liked.
She chooses not to acknowledge the near fumble, instead bouncing the ball on one of her feet for a moment as she thinks about the question.
"Well, the game seems simple enough—looks like it's mostly just about getting past the other guy, so we might as well work on that." And as she says that, she tries to kick it past him suddenly.
There's many in disguise. Some who are not and others who look dramatically different from their normal selves. It's a feeling he has like an itch in the back of the brain used to being capable of sensing so much more and now urging him to find out more- but also in observing the way certain people move or carry themselves.
Admittedly some are good at pretending to be what the illusions suggest. He doesn't try to pry too much if there's any oddities to notice. He has his own issues to hide.
The backpack won't be hindering him. And Elidibus is aware he should take his own advice about reaping the advantages of engaging in some of this sport even if it's just in practice. Understanding the limits of his far less powerful (even by standards of mortals on his world) body. He is observant and as Eda tries to get the ball past him, he is capable of pivoting on a heel and moving diagonally to intercept before it goes too far. Whatever physical limitations had him remaining on the sidelines don't seem to be in regard to his reflexes.
"You suggest you've never played before. Yet you are very adept at guiding the ball. Is there a similar sport where you are from?"
The ball is shot back while he's speaking. Can Eda talk and play at the same time?
Sharlayan is, putting it charitably, not well known for its cuisine; its most infamous export is a truly awful bread made from fish, rye and carrot that this particular nerd is inexplicably fond of (possibly the only soul in creation to actively enjoy the stuff). Urianger is also not especially given to attending the kind of parties where one might reasonably expect to encounter a chocolate fountain, his part in proceedings usually being to hold the fort while the diplomats went and did diplomacy. The net result of these two things being that he honestly has no idea what 'weird food might be, especially for a world he's so recently arrived on, and Eda certainly holds herself like she knows what's going on, so he has no hesitation copying the gesture, giving a cheery little half-salute with one of the insects on his own plate (a small quantity of a lot of different things that caught his eye, stacked with little regard for what might 'normally' go together) before dipping it in the chocolate.
Cronch. Cronch. Swallow. Shrug. It's no archon loaf, but (to the delight of everyone else, probably) very few things are.
Eda glances over, looking a little amused. It's hard to say if this is because she got someone to copy her on something so many of people here seem to find unpleasant, or if she's just glad to find someone who isn't bizarrely squeamish about their food.
"Yeah, see? Someone with taste," she agrees, giving the man a brief grin before crunching down on another chocolate-covered insect. She's pretty sure she hasn't seen him around before, although out in Gloucester it's hard to say.
"Not as good as good as some of the critters we get where I'm from, but they don't seem to get very bug here." A fact she suspects most people are less disappointed about, but that's their problem. Or the opposite, she supposes.
It's possible she's seen him if she's visited Rue - Urianger being the third member of that household, though you'd be forgiven for thinking they lived with a particularly odd poltergeist that manifests as a floating book and just leaves cups of half-drunk and forgotten tea about the place - or frequents such places as ADI research, the public Library, or any odd book or tea shops, but it's equally likely they've avoided each other entirely.
"Ah, then art thou stranger to this star also?" Urianger considers what to dip next, opts for another of the candied bugs. They're really not that bad. "Our own vilekin are seldom so diminutive as those which seem to flourish here."
Eda tilts her head slightly, and can't help raising an eyebrow at the way the man speaks, but he's already saying he's not a local, so that adds up.
"Not a stranger exactly," she answers, after munching on another little snack. "I used to visit a version of this place all the time--the Human Realm that is, not Gloucester," she clarifies, not that that will necessarily explain all that much.
It must be some long-kept secret of the fey how Rue manages to appear absolutely everywhere all at once throughout the entirety of the festival.
Because as soon as Eda pulls out her instrument, Rue is right there at her side, settling daintily near the fire beside their friend, tucking their legs beneath them and gently smoothing out their skirt before they finally shoot Eda a small smile. It feels as if beneath their glamour they are absolutely beaming.
"If only I'd known you were so willing to offer your services as festival musician for free!"
Eda's currently glamoured ears prick up when Rue appears, but she's not nearly as startled as she might be if she weren't used to them. She's also gotten fairly used to reading the more subdued expressions they wear in this form for what they are--even if she still finds herself more endeared by their actual face.
Eda huffs and snaps her fingers in slightly exaggerated disappointment. "Damn, you would have paid me?"
Of course, if they had asked, she likely would have felt awkward about the whole thing. But she still feels the need to grumble purely on principle.
It just wouldn't be Eda if she wasn't pretending to grumble about things. Rue both accepts and adores this about her.
"I suppose that depends on if you're any good."
Finally having a second away from the crowd, even if being right in the middle of such massive events brings so much joy to their life, it gives Rue the time they need to finally breathe out in relief, skinny shoulders losing some of their stiffness as they carefully stretch their unseen wings out. There's that insatiable itch beneath their feathers again, the one that comes with staying in their glamour for just a touch too long. They just need to feel the real body beneath, just to be sure.
But even still, none of the gentle tease leaves their tone as they reply.
"You'll just have to play me something to find out for sure."
It's nice seeing them relax, not that Eda says that. Instead she rolls her eyes, and nudges Rue lightly with an elbow.
"We both know you've heard me play," she points out. Admittedly she'd been a bit drunk at the time, and she hadn't gotten all the way through a song without stopping to talk, but still.
"But... you asked for it. I guess you can hear something I've been working on. Since I was going to anyway."
She shifts her instrument in her hands, getting her fingers placed right again. She's already had to restring it once here, due to unruly claws, and she's trying to avoid a repeat of that.
After a moment, though, she begins to play. The tune is soft, tranquil and calming. Something about the rhythm has a different pattern than the music she usually plays, or writes.
She's not certain how well she's remembering the tune of the song she's basing it on, and how much she's simply doing her best to fill in. But her best is all she can do; she doesn't know if she'll ever hear the original inspiration again, and the one time that she did was technically in a dream.
"Oh certainly! I know you wouldn't simply play just because I requested! It's only because you were already going to."
Above all else, it's nice to find someone you can just bullshit around with so casually, where things are understood and never need to be spoken aloud.
Eda plays and Rue settles beside her, dainty hands in their lap, posture straight though perhaps just a touch tipped towards the woman, eyes closed to focus fully on the music being played. This is exactly what Rue needed - a big event to find some much needed control in, the constant social demands they've been enwreathed in their whole life, and then this tiny pocket of gentle peace. All in all, it's a perfect day.
"Oh Eda, that's most lovely. That's your creation?"
The crunches are very much bothering Caitlyn, who is attempting to dip a strawberry in the chocolate fountain and being put off every time Eda sticks a candied insect into it.
Eventually, she can't take it anymore.
"Eda, that's-- How--" She's trying not to use the word 'disgusting,' but coming up with an alternative is resulting in a long moment of indignant sputtering. "This chocolate fountain is meant for everyone!" And she hardly wants to dip strawberries into a fountain that's also probably got tiny legs and who knows what other insect-related leavings floating around in it.
Eda glances over at Caitlyn with a raised eyebrow and a little tilt of her head, her expression just a little bit too innocent.
"That's nice," she agrees. "Last time I checked I was part of everyone." Her tone was friendly, cheerful even, but there was something clipped and deliberate about the diction that wasn't often there.
She pops her last chocolate-covered snack--for the moment--into her mouth, just on principle.
"Sure am," Eda agrees, tone still distinctly cheerful.
"I guess that must be pretty weird for humans where you're from, huh? Cause here they have a whole store, if you hadn't noticed." And yeah, a lot of the locals appear to find it weird too, but she's choosing to ignore that. Some humans here eat bugs, so it's clearly fine. Not that she wouldn't do it anyway.
[The game is called, but it takes a few seconds for it to register. Hunter is tired, breathing heavy and pushing the sweat off his forehead with the back of his wrist. This is only the second sport he's ever played, and he's still riding the high of simply getting to experience it when his brain catches up.]
We won?
[He throws his hands in the air.]
We won!
[He feels a bit embarrassed when he turns to and sees Eda, but the smile won't leave his face.]
[Eda can't help finding the boy's reaction endearing, whether or not she'd admit that in so many words. It's nice seeing him look happy now and then.]
Sure did. I wasn't star grudgby player back in the day for nothing. [She shoots him finger-guns and a grin, as she tries not to let it show that she's pretty out of breath herself. She's not as young as when that was the case, that was for certain. Either way, she's fairly sure that was a fact Hunter didn't actually know about her.]
But you weren't bad yourself, kiddo. [And she takes a step closer and reaches to ruffle his hair light, since he usually seems to tolerate that since showing back up.]
Yeah, it's no grudby either, but I'll take it. [Either way, she suspects that train of thought isn't the happiest thing for him right now, so maybe she'll just ramble on about her own nostalgia instead.]
And yes, really. I won so many games for Hexside we had the best season in decades. When I left those fools didn't know what to do without me.
[Okay, the team captain leaving probably factored into that too. But she'd rather not talk about Lily, both because she's not in the mood to share credit for her sports successes... and because she might make herself miss her sister.]
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Eda Clawthorne | The Owl House | OTA
a)
Eda can be found idly leaning on a hand at the table with the chocolate fountain. Instead of the items specifically meant for it, what she appears to be dipping are some of the already-candied insects from Bumble Gum.
She tosses one into her mouth and crunches happily, regardless of whether this seems to be bothering anyone. Well, she might be being a little more obvious about it, if it seems to be.
“It’s nice finding some food that isn’t weird here,” she comments, sounding completely sincere about this.
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As much as the festival is fun, it’s also a lot. While she’s been socialising more since settling in to Gloucester, it’s still not her favorite activity. She’s partly at the festival to support Rue–how she wound up with a close friend who’s this much of a social butterfly is anyone’s guess, because she certainly can’t explain it.
At more than one point throughout the day, she decides she needs a little bit of time to sit, and, if not avoid people entirely then at least be somewhere that isn’t terribly noisy.
She can be spotted sprawled on a blanket near a fire pit, sipping hot cocoa or, perhaps, providing a little ambiance by picking away at soft tunes on her cithrinchen.
Campball Lessons
Eda hasn’t had an excuse to dust off her sports skills in a while. This may not be the game she used to excel at, but it’s still an excuse to kick a ball around and she’ll take it.
She’s idly switching between kicking said ball around the space and bouncing it on her feet and occasionally knees. Right now she seems like she’s mostly getting a feel for the weight, and the whole not using her hands thing. Or perhaps she’s just remembering that having something like this to play with constantly is relaxing for her.
Unfortunately, it’s probably a lot less relaxing for anyone else in her vicinity. She grins when she spots someone she knows–or maybe even someone who she doesn’t.
“Think fast!” And with that she sends the ball right towards their head.
Fashion Show Prep
For someone who certainly talks enough about how good she looks, Eda seems perhaps surprisingly uncertain about the fashion show.
Maybe it’s a case of stage fright; maybe she still feels a little silly in some of the fancier outfits a certain owlbear has been adding to her wardrobe lately.
Namely, at the moment, a flowy, dark blue dress with a pattern of golden branches across it, currently paired with a crown of small red flowers, woven leafy branches and a few feathers perched on her recently-cut hair. The feathers look like they come from something at least loosely related to an owl.
She’s hanging around the tent looking undecided about all of this nonsense. Maybe someone should talk her into–or out of–entering.
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Campball Lessons
So clearly it's okay that Eda does so and at least she calls a warning.
Elidibus also knows the sport is not something you're supposed to use your hands for. Unless you're the goalkeeper? Or was that the local 'soccer' variation? He reacts quickly, in part because he's observant and also because of Eda's call, resulting in catching the fast-traveling ball with gloved hands.
There's clearly a moment where he considers simply throwing it back and bowing out. Instead Elidibus approaches Eda.
"Were you in need of a practice partner? I do not intend to participate, though I would not mind aiding you for a time."
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"Honestly? I just wanted to see what you'd do," Eda admits with a small shrug. That, and the fact he was hanging around without participating did make her want to pester him, just on principle.
How else is she supposed to meet new people here anyway? She's pretty sure that she hadn't seen this guy around before today, though she wouldn't quite bet money on it. Of course, it's possible that he simply looks different and is glamoured at the moment--but she can't say the voice is familiar either.
"But those are some pretty good reflexes," she adds, glancing him over. "Guess it couldn't hurt to make sure I remember what I'm doing." Not that she actually sounds concerned about it.
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"Thank you. Though I had been observing." The ball is dropped to the ground at his feet. Rather than set down his backpack, Elidibus makes sure it's balanced properly on his back before moving forward, guiding the ball and himself closer with experimental nudging. There doesn't seem to be much in the pack so it won't hinder him. And maybe it is reasonable not to leave it just laying around for anyone to steal.
"I believe I understand the basics," he offers. "So it comes to what you desire to practice." Elidibus does seem confident doesn't he? Well he's also the type of person who would ask if something came up that he didn't understand from just watching and listening to the others.
And he's wearing sensible enough shoes when you consider it's still winter. So this probably won't be a total disaster on his end. A sudden, sharper kick sends the ball swiftly back in Eda's direction.
To note, not at her head.
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She watches him, perhaps a little curious about the pack but if she is she doesn't comment. When he kicks the ball back in her direction, her first instinct is to catch it with a hand; grudgby habits die hard. She catches herself and blocks it with a knee instead, but not quite as fast as she would have liked.
She chooses not to acknowledge the near fumble, instead bouncing the ball on one of her feet for a moment as she thinks about the question.
"Well, the game seems simple enough—looks like it's mostly just about getting past the other guy, so we might as well work on that." And as she says that, she tries to kick it past him suddenly.
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Admittedly some are good at pretending to be what the illusions suggest. He doesn't try to pry too much if there's any oddities to notice. He has his own issues to hide.
The backpack won't be hindering him. And Elidibus is aware he should take his own advice about reaping the advantages of engaging in some of this sport even if it's just in practice. Understanding the limits of his far less powerful (even by standards of mortals on his world) body. He is observant and as Eda tries to get the ball past him, he is capable of pivoting on a heel and moving diagonally to intercept before it goes too far. Whatever physical limitations had him remaining on the sidelines don't seem to be in regard to his reflexes.
"You suggest you've never played before. Yet you are very adept at guiding the ball. Is there a similar sport where you are from?"
The ball is shot back while he's speaking. Can Eda talk and play at the same time?
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Cronch. Cronch. Swallow. Shrug. It's no archon loaf, but (to the delight of everyone else, probably) very few things are.
" 'tis not unpleasant, certainly."
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"Yeah, see? Someone with taste," she agrees, giving the man a brief grin before crunching down on another chocolate-covered insect. She's pretty sure she hasn't seen him around before, although out in Gloucester it's hard to say.
"Not as good as good as some of the critters we get where I'm from, but they don't seem to get very bug here." A fact she suspects most people are less disappointed about, but that's their problem. Or the opposite, she supposes.
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"Ah, then art thou stranger to this star also?" Urianger considers what to dip next, opts for another of the candied bugs. They're really not that bad. "Our own vilekin are seldom so diminutive as those which seem to flourish here."
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"Not a stranger exactly," she answers, after munching on another little snack. "I used to visit a version of this place all the time--the Human Realm that is, not Gloucester," she clarifies, not that that will necessarily explain all that much.
"But it's not where I'm from."
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One of his own eyebrows raises - in curiosity, rather than scepticism or criticism. "Thou art a Realmwalker, then?"
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mingling - b
Because as soon as Eda pulls out her instrument, Rue is right there at her side, settling daintily near the fire beside their friend, tucking their legs beneath them and gently smoothing out their skirt before they finally shoot Eda a small smile. It feels as if beneath their glamour they are absolutely beaming.
"If only I'd known you were so willing to offer your services as festival musician for free!"
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Eda's currently glamoured ears prick up when Rue appears, but she's not nearly as startled as she might be if she weren't used to them. She's also gotten fairly used to reading the more subdued expressions they wear in this form for what they are--even if she still finds herself more endeared by their actual face.
Eda huffs and snaps her fingers in slightly exaggerated disappointment. "Damn, you would have paid me?"
Of course, if they had asked, she likely would have felt awkward about the whole thing. But she still feels the need to grumble purely on principle.
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"I suppose that depends on if you're any good."
Finally having a second away from the crowd, even if being right in the middle of such massive events brings so much joy to their life, it gives Rue the time they need to finally breathe out in relief, skinny shoulders losing some of their stiffness as they carefully stretch their unseen wings out. There's that insatiable itch beneath their feathers again, the one that comes with staying in their glamour for just a touch too long. They just need to feel the real body beneath, just to be sure.
But even still, none of the gentle tease leaves their tone as they reply.
"You'll just have to play me something to find out for sure."
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It's nice seeing them relax, not that Eda says that. Instead she rolls her eyes, and nudges Rue lightly with an elbow.
"We both know you've heard me play," she points out. Admittedly she'd been a bit drunk at the time, and she hadn't gotten all the way through a song without stopping to talk, but still.
"But... you asked for it. I guess you can hear something I've been working on. Since I was going to anyway."
She shifts her instrument in her hands, getting her fingers placed right again. She's already had to restring it once here, due to unruly claws, and she's trying to avoid a repeat of that.
After a moment, though, she begins to play. The tune is soft, tranquil and calming. Something about the rhythm has a different pattern than the music she usually plays, or writes.
She's not certain how well she's remembering the tune of the song she's basing it on, and how much she's simply doing her best to fill in. But her best is all she can do; she doesn't know if she'll ever hear the original inspiration again, and the one time that she did was technically in a dream.
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Above all else, it's nice to find someone you can just bullshit around with so casually, where things are understood and never need to be spoken aloud.
Eda plays and Rue settles beside her, dainty hands in their lap, posture straight though perhaps just a touch tipped towards the woman, eyes closed to focus fully on the music being played. This is exactly what Rue needed - a big event to find some much needed control in, the constant social demands they've been enwreathed in their whole life, and then this tiny pocket of gentle peace. All in all, it's a perfect day.
"Oh Eda, that's most lovely. That's your creation?"
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Food and Mingling (a)
Eventually, she can't take it anymore.
"Eda, that's-- How--" She's trying not to use the word 'disgusting,' but coming up with an alternative is resulting in a long moment of indignant sputtering. "This chocolate fountain is meant for everyone!" And she hardly wants to dip strawberries into a fountain that's also probably got tiny legs and who knows what other insect-related leavings floating around in it.
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"That's nice," she agrees. "Last time I checked I was part of everyone." Her tone was friendly, cheerful even, but there was something clipped and deliberate about the diction that wasn't often there.
She pops her last chocolate-covered snack--for the moment--into her mouth, just on principle.
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The mortifying sight of Eda gleefully popping a bug into her mouth is an offense to every one of Caitlyn's sensibilities.
"You're eating insects!"
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"I guess that must be pretty weird for humans where you're from, huh? Cause here they have a whole store, if you hadn't noticed." And yeah, a lot of the locals appear to find it weird too, but she's choosing to ignore that. Some humans here eat bugs, so it's clearly fine. Not that she wouldn't do it anyway.
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A small treacherous voice in the back of her head says that Eda's the one being rude by dipping in the bugs in the chocolate fountain.
She forces herself to take a breath.
"It's unhygienic. Insects are disease carriers. And they-- they live in dead bodies and rotting plants."
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Post-Campball
We won?
[He throws his hands in the air.]
We won!
[He feels a bit embarrassed when he turns to and sees Eda, but the smile won't leave his face.]
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Sure did. I wasn't star grudgby player back in the day for nothing. [She shoots him finger-guns and a grin, as she tries not to let it show that she's pretty out of breath herself. She's not as young as when that was the case, that was for certain. Either way, she's fairly sure that was a fact Hunter didn't actually know about her.]
But you weren't bad yourself, kiddo. [And she takes a step closer and reaches to ruffle his hair light, since he usually seems to tolerate that since showing back up.]
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[He wasn't aware of Eda's star player status, and Luz never said - did Luz even know? - but he's not surprised hearing it now.
He runs a hand through his tousled hair, though it was already messed up before she got to it, and nothing he did now was going to fix that.]
Thanks. It's not flyer derby, but... [He shrugs. He misses flying. He misses his friends.] It was fun.
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And yes, really. I won so many games for Hexside we had the best season in decades. When I left those fools didn't know what to do without me.
[Okay, the team captain leaving probably factored into that too. But she'd rather not talk about Lily, both because she's not in the mood to share credit for her sports successes... and because she might make herself miss her sister.]
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heck I lost track of this one!
No worries!
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