[Introduction: Zachry] Bronze be burnin'...

[no_kona_fodder]

[Spoiling the whole section of the novel]The bolt had entered the flesh just as they where entering Palalo track, and it'd been a wonder that Zachry hadn't fallen off the horse, another wonder yet that he'd caught on to Somni' auguring, and another again that the Kona had all fallen to their deaths in the river bed

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[weristdas_graal]

He may hear a young man's footsteps scurrying on the parquet floor and a slim, muscled young man with light hair will move into his range of sight, his face furrowed with concern. "My brother in God's love, what has happened to you?" he asks, worried for the newcomer.

[no_kona_fodder]

Zachry was just starting to open his eyes, and he stares at the man before he takes in his surroundings.

“This Maui, bro?” he asks, eyes wide. “Ain't noticed that ship stoppin', nay, or bein' carried. Where's Meronym?”

He can understand the gist of the questions, somewhat - he figures this is some sort of Maui or Prescient talk, though aren't they only a handful by now?

[weristdas_graal]

"Nay, brother, they call this house the Mansion," he says, his eye on the wound. "Alas, i know of no man named Meronym. But this is not the time for questions: your wound must needs be tended."

[no_kona_fodder]

The speech is odd but somehow, Zachry makes sense of it. He frowns, though, staring at the slightly older man.

He looks like a Valleysman, somewhat.

“Meronym's no man, nay,” he says, “she's the Prescient that went to Big I, to scout up Mauna Kea, bro. Duophysite sent her, yay'n'said I'd be goin' to Maui with the lot o'them.”

Pause.

“This Maui, bro? You a Maui-man?”

[notgandalf]

Tony is ambling along the hallways, headed for the library with an excited Daniel in tow. The little boy is going on and on about how the old badger that lives out by the lake is way too smart to be a normal badger and that 'Uncle Tony' should come out to the lake and see for himself because this badger is also SUPER huge.

The wizard, for his part, is nodding and making encouraging sounds, but really isn't listening much. He can be stopped for directions, or chatting, or even bumped into by strangers.

[no_kona_fodder]

If Tony is being dragged about, he may bump into a teenager dressed in rags, with a bandage on his leg, staring out the window, utterly mesmerized.

Zachry has never seen snow in his life.

He's completely bemused and fascinated.

[notgandalf]

Daniel is the first person to spot the stranger and he sniffs slightly before hiding a bit behind Tony.

Tony, on the other hand, frowns thoughtfully, then smiles a bit. "Hope you'll be bundling up before heading outside," he offers carefully, not wanting to startle the stranger.

[no_kona_fodder]

It takes the youth a moment to snap out of his fascination, then to take in the odd man. He's got a lil guy with him, though, so can't be a threat, not when the kid clearly looks like he trusts him.

A flashback. Piles of slaves on the way from Honokaa's barter. That fey boy they had their way with.

Dammit painted Konas.

"Ain't goin' there, nay," Zachry finally replies. "S'too white t'be good'n'honest."

Though the house is also weird, at least he's in it and nothing crazy has happened to him. Yet.

[the_crat]

He may come across a cat crat, sunning himself in the best dozing spot he could find. Of course, that usually means he's in the way of someone; it's simply how the best spots are.

Echo will wake up and move if asked, but for now he's quite content to stretch out over the floor and relax.

[no_kona_fodder]

We aren't sure household cats actually survived the degeneracy of civilization that followed the Fall, and so Zachry might be crouching a little ways away, observing the resting animal.

He might be considering trying to eat it.

It's alive. It's mammal. It's catchable.

It may therefore be food.

[the_crat]

Echo is familiar with being hunted and the effects of starvation and so knows when and how to run to avoid being eaten.

Still, he's not really 'on guard' here and so, when the sun moves a bit, he only yawns, stretches and shifts over. "Oh sun, why do you move so quickly," he mumbles, getting comfortable again.

[no_kona_fodder]

Blink blink. Did that animal just.... speak?

"Ol'devil, don't you be followin' me here," Zachry whispers urgently. "Ain't got no more stonin' for you, nay. I's done with all them mad schemes, yay. I'll be all goodwise'n don't want no more sorrisome days."

And calling louder, "Be gone, foul Georgie! I ain't obeyin'!"

[drownedfuchsia]

Fuchsia's outside on the porch, enjoying the weather, and writing some poetry. She might be rather dusty from having spent a good portion of the last day in the attic, shoving things aside, looking for bits and pieces of furniture, trying to make herself a proper place.

Her room she's had for the past two years is nice enough, but now she wants a place for her imagination to run even wilder.

[no_kona_fodder]

This place is full of things and kinds of people Zachry's never seen before, so he's going to be crouching at a distance, examining her.

He's fascinated by the foreigner's poofy dress.

[drownedfuchsia]

Fuchsia takes a while in noticing she's being watched. (Coming up with rhymes is HARD.) When she does notice, she turns to stare back. The poofy dress making all sorts of accompanying crinkly noises.

He's a handsome stranger, and new.

"Who're you?" It's a demand as much as a question.

[no_kona_fodder]

"I'm Zachry o'Bayley's dwellin'," is the answer she gets from the... island rat? He's much younger than she is, and has good posture when he's not trying to be a sneak. "Don't mean to startle, sis, is just I never sawed anyone like you 'fore, 's'all..."