dix-neuf. [ accidental video ]

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[ Sheryl is sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, holding a mug of tea. Sigurd, a swan, is nestled next to her in his own nest of pillows, neck draped over her knees. The television seems to be on somewhere in the background, but neither of them are paying attention ]

...I wish you wouldn't go.

[ he cocks his head, fixing her with one eye ] I've always been here, and I'll always be here.

Mm. It's not the same, is it?

It's not. [ he lifts up his head, nudging her cheek gently ] But you'll be all right. I should know.

[ The tender moment is broken when Sheryl seems to catch sight of whatever's broadcasting. Seeing the blinking light on top of the television's webcam, she lets out an embarrassed-sounding yelp, before throwing her entire mug of tea at it, shutting down the feed ]

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[ thinking back thinking back... ]

...That's not important!

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That's gotta be important!

[sky, who's since left sigurd to sit in between them, chides,] Don't correct a woman, Kamina.

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See?

[ They're in the tunnel connecting the train to the island, and then suddenly out in the light again, suspended over fields and lakes. The mall rises in the distance, but Sheryl has different ideas ]

The next stop is ours!

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[kamina pulls a face at sky in the dark and gets a light bite on the hand for his trouble. it's what he gets, really. the offense is easily forgotten, his face plastered to the window to get a better look at everything. next stop, he practically jumps off the train, stupid excited at the prospect of exploring.]

Where to?

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That way!

[ She points off into.... nature. There's a small area with a cafe, scooter rentals, and the like, but she's already walking off across the grass in the other direction ]

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[nature is a good place as any. he can't remember if he's ever been to island-3 before or not. that hardly matters though. if the place has grass, trees, and/or a place to swim, he's set for the next few hours. he does his best to take in everything in one instant and fails miserably, almost tripping over a rock in the process. smooth move.]

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[ Sigurd turns back and snorts at him. Sheryl's already apparently decided on a destination, headed straight towards a copse of trees ]

Come on, hurry up!

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[women.

kamina catches up in a couple of long strides (or a short jog, how could she walk so fast in heels; it was insane).]

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[ it's part of the secret arts of women passed down through generations. Once she gets to a dirt path leading through the trees, she stops and spins around once, arms out ]

If you're talking about islands, this one is definitely the best!

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[he must learn and master these secret arts.]

How come?