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[when the feed comes on, it’s focused on the very freckled face and curly ginger mop of a teenaged boy. he’s way too skinny, hollow-cheeked and bird-boned with shoulders that hold his shirt like a bent coathanger. he’s also leaning against someone else, but all that’s visible of this other person is a shoulder and a fall of long black hair. the redhead has an affable face, gawky and harmless, and a riot of curly red hair that reaches his shoulders]

There, I think I got this working.

My name’s Ash Trine, and I’m hoping that someone out there can help me out a bit. I’ve got two big questions.

So, where we come from, people have Talents, sort of like the god powers I’ve heard we all get here. But that’s not the only kind of magic there is. There’s magic everywhere, in everything, if you know how to see it and use it. And we do, but that doesn’t do a damn bit of good here.

[he sighs a little, settling more against his silent companion’s shoulder]

But I reckon if the gods are handing out Talents, there’s like as not some kind of ambient magic here, something else we can use. Spells, symbols, rituals, anything like that. And I need to know about that. There’s some stuff I need to do. So anybody who knows anything about it, I’d be much obliged if you’d share. Anything at all would help, I don’t mind having to figure out most of it myself if it comes to that. Just somewhere to start.

Second thing, I’m looking for a job. I’m pretty good with numbers, if anyone needs a bookkeeper, but it’d be even nicer if someone’s in need of a cook. Most of what I know how to make is savory, hearty kind of food--stews, roast and potatoes, shepherd’s pie, that sort of thing, but I’ve been told once or twice that I catch on pretty quick.

[there’s a snort from off camera, and ash turns to the person he’s leaning on]

Are you offering up an opinion, Kieran?

[the voice that answers is considerably lower than ash’s, with a distinct drawl and a definite tone of amusement]

No. I already said you ain’t poisoned us yet, what more d’you want?

[ash rolls his eyes]

Such a glowing recommendation. You’re sleeping on the floor.

[a puppy-huge tattooed hand reaches over from offscreen, knuckling ash’s chin]

The hell I am.

[the feed catches a second of a sweet smile turned at the man offscreen before ash remembers the video and shuts off the feed.]

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[She laughs.] Something like that happened to me, too!

My first climb was during my first time out of the brooding caverns. [She says this like it's the most normal thing ever.] I was trying to climb around while the Carpenter Droids built my hive but my grubscars were fresh and I slipped, and they hurt so much I couldn't hold on and I fell! My lusus had to catch me, which was terrifying in and of itself.

[Yeah, Terezi, none of this makes sense.]

[he's just. going to let all those words wash over him and pretend they make sense, because she seems to be happy telling the story and climbing the tree and he can just roll with that. he might also sort of be waiting for kieran to come back into touching range because wow he really ought to be able to handle his boyfriend not being within the bubble of his telepathy all the time but...no, not quite.]

[He has no idea what the fuck you two are talking about,but he does have an excellent idea of when Ash is twitchy. Kieran pulls up to come even with their little race and waits for it to end, preferably on a sturdy branch.]

[Terezi becomes peripherally aware of slower movements from the two human boys, so she pauses herself, directing her attention downward to find out what's going on.]

[once ash takes his moment of kieran touching time he's fine again, climbing nimbly to where terezi is and then a bit higher. there's nowhere for him to really go from there, the branches are getting too thin for his weight]

[When he gets there, she quirks a smile at him.] This is sort of anticlimactic! [Squirming after him, Terezi slinks onto the thinner branches, aiming for as high as she can go up the top of the tree before being treated to a quick and painful descent. Finally her toes are bouncing on a branch that bends under her weight and her fingers are curled around the trunk, which is so thin this high up that her thumb nearly brushes the tip of her middle finger.

Terezi stretches as far as she can, leaning out and smiling broadly as light raindrops smatter against her face and wind chills against her neck and arms. She sniffs the landscape and then scrunches her nose; most of it is still grey and foul, but some is pleasant and green, and she turns toward it graciously, whatever race she had going on with Ash sort of abandoned to the back of her mind.]