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[prevenge]

[Dated to... after the Pokémon plot ended, before anything else weird began.

Rin is in Galadriel's room, crouched in front of what appears to be a giant pot holding her new Maractus, which came back with her. She stares at it rocks back and forth and makes weird cooing and burbling noises to itself.]

Weeiiiird... [Ah, breathless. And then her attention switches to the journal.]

Hey ev'rybody! I'm back! I don't remember anything that happened last week, mostly. [An exaggeration but.] But it was kinda fun, huh? I like these weird animals! They're a little scary too, though.

Comments

[bedninja]

Perhaps it is fond of you, then. Spikes do not necessarily mean that something is dangerous, although I suppose it could certainly be hazardous if one is not careful.

[A giggle as he touches one of the spikes, and then pulls his hand away.]

Many things, although I do not think you would be able to understand what I can and can't see.

[prevenge]

[The Maractus merely continues wobbling back and forth, making chunk-chunk noises to itself. It's cute and rather silly, harmless. It doesn't move to spike him.

Rin herself just stares at him, still completely unsure what to make of Pharos and tentatively asking more questions.]

How come I can't understand?

[bedninja]

[It does seem somewhat endearing, really. Pharos is pretty amused by it at any rate.]

Because it is a very complicated matter; although I can assure you that it has nothing to do with your age. Most people that I speak to about it do not understand it.

[prevenge]

[Grown-up Rin thought it was funny too.

Rin now just stares at him. She's so curious but it seems really rude to ask too much.]

How come?

[bedninja]

[Pharos is silent for a moment, before he points at himself.]

Rin, if possible I would like you to describe what I look like to you.

[He's going somewhere with this, really he is.]

[prevenge]

Um... okay. [She's a good sport.] You're a kid, you got black hair and blue eyes... [Hesitating. What that's about the basics.]

[bedninja]

And if I were to tell you that I am actually much larger than this, and that I do not have black hair or blue eyes, and that this is not what I truly look like at all... what would you say?

[prevenge]

[... does not compute.]

Well... you look like a little kid. How could you be like that, and like this, at the same time?

[bedninja]

Because this is all that you can see.

I suppose it could be similar to looking at a tree in the summer, and then realizing in fall that there are branches beneath the green of the leaves that look nothing like the actual leaves.