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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[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.'