Sun rises, night falls, sometimes the sky calls...

[demonicbeauty]

Who: Ariadne and various (hit me up if you want a starter!)
What: Ariadne keeping busy and being bad at processing her feelings
When: Throughout January
Where: Various, but mostly Serenity Garden

Content Warnings: Backstory trauma likely to come up, discussion of Jedi/Sith violence, will update as needed.

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[demonicbeauty]

"It's the winter," she said, shrugging one shoulder up to her ear. "I won't have much to do until the spring, when the garden starts to bloom." When she opened it to the public. In theory.

Yeah, that was an adventure she still wasn't sure she was prepared for.

But she gave Raleigh a smile. "Any time you like," she told him.

[righthemisphere]

"Well," he muses for a moment. Is it too big of an ask? Now? Is now too soon? He's excited.

"I shouldn't take up your whole day," in the tone of 'but I absolutely will if you allow me to.'

"Maybe something for the road and I'll get out of your hair? Er- not literally. I'll let you get on with your work."

[demonicbeauty]

Her hands nearly jerked to her braid again, but she stopped herself this time. Raleigh truly meant her no harm. She was so sure of it.

"Maybe," she said, with a faint gleam of mischief in her eyes, "I should give you just a small taste of what you're in for. In case you scare easily."

It wasn't that the Alastrian language was overly complicated. It was simply that it was so different from any other language that Ariadne knew. But then again, she was a native speaker. Perhaps there was a slight bias there.

"Try this," she said. And then Ariadne broke into a string of sounds. Sort of like water washing against stones on a riverbed. Very soothing and flowing. Perhaps flowing a little bit too much into each other.

[righthemisphere]

Oh. A challenge. He sees what she's done there. He sees it and he likes it, listening in silence and watching her mouth as she goes.

It's incredible. Literally like nothing he has ever heard. There are distinct sounds, but it's almost like one big long word. If he didn't know any better he'd think she was messing with him and quoting that one place in Wales that everybody makes fun of.

But Ariadne probably doesn't know what Wales is, so maybe he's safe.

He squints, running it back through his head and attempting the tail end.. Terribly garbled but it was an attempt nonetheless. Like a child might try to emulate.

"Again? Slower."

[demonicbeauty]

Smiling, she spoke again. Slower, it was more like a string of musical notes. A simple combination of do-re-mi. That was the real trick of Alastrian. The sounds were difficult to make. And pitch and tone mattered, along with how drawn out the vowel sounds were.

But Ariadne was patient. She repeated the phrase three times over.

And then held her hands out for Raleigh to try.

[righthemisphere]

It's rhythmic, he's realized. Like a song. There are patterns, too.

He repeats what he think's he's heard in his head once before he says it aloud, tapping the table with a finger in 4/4 for good measure. it's how he was tracking her cadence.

[demonicbeauty]

It was...surprisingly close. Especially for a first attempt. Ariadne gave Raleigh an approving smile. "You said, 'Storytelling is our native banana.' Which is close to what I said. Very close. 'Storytelling is our native language.'"

She said it again. Slow and reverent. The way that her father used to say it to her, gathering her up against his side, running his palm along her hair.

"Storytelling is very, very important to Alastrians," she explained. "Without it, we wouldn't have history."

Or much to say, sometimes.

[righthemisphere]

"Or bananas," he answers deadpan.

He likes oral traditions. It's an old way to tracking history but it's creative and inspiring. He likes that he has an opportunity to learn something like that, even if he doesn't know anything about it's origin. Feels kinda like magic.

[demonicbeauty]

"Well," she said, giving him a little smile, "bananas are also extremely important. For one thing, they're full of starch, which really helps to keep you full. Plus all of that fiber and potassium."

A pity Trench's climate probably wouldn't support growing them.

To say nothing of the soil!

[righthemisphere]

"And it's funny when you slip on the peel."

Clearly the most important part.

Or wishful thinking. He's just such a big fan of the three stooges.

It really is a shame.

[demonicbeauty]

Ariadne didn't see the humor. But she knew that humanoid races were fond of farces. She'd seen traveling players visit Princess Amanda's court in her youth. Some of their shows were about love. More seemed to be about hitting each other over the head with stuffed trout.

And there was always falling down, for some reason.

She shook her head, still smiling all the same. "We'll work on the difference between 'banana' and 'storytelling,'" she assured him.

[righthemisphere]

"I'd like that a lot," he says and finishes his tea before pulling himself up.

Raleigh hesitates a moment before reaching to gently squeeze her shoulder, warm smile in tow.

"I'll see you later 'banana'." Even if he can't say it right, now he knows it's banana. Which is what he's going to call her forever. Not in English or whatever their shared language here is. Very specifically in Alastrian.

[demonicbeauty]

Well, being friends with Raleigh was definitely going to be an adventure. But Ariadne found herself smiling all the same.

'Banana,' huh?

In a strange way, she almost liked it more than 'Airy.'