4 - The time is out of joint-O cursèd spite, That ever I was born to set it right!

[officially_odd]

[Odd still hadn't figured out filters. It wasn't that he couldn't figure them out. He just hadn't bothered to pay his journal attention, except for the few times it opened itself near him, letting voices spill out to interrupt sleep or wandering. He also hadn't said much. Mostly, he'd been content to read and to listen and to explore

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[inafadingcrown]

[Sitting on a bench in some relatively quiet corner of the city is a tall elven woman who looks, as ever, more than a little out of place. She was trying to adjust to the feel of the townspeople, as they seem just a little "off" to her senses and she feels she's been negligent in learning of them because of it. But a castle resident feels substantially different, and so Odd passing by doesn't escape her notice. And neither does his concentration.]

If you tell me what it is you seek so intently, mayhaps I could give you aid.

[officially_odd]

[he blinks a little when he hears her voice. Psychic magnetism worked best when he let something else take control, so he hadn't been fully present until she'd pulled him back]

What I'm seeking, ma'am?

[...pointed ears. that's new]

[inafadingcrown]

You have about you the look of a man with a purpose. Do I judge you wrongly?

[officially_odd]

Purpose is an awfully strong word.

[no, she doesn't. And he's a terrible liar]

[too_fairytale]

In the winter, sure. There's also a room in the castle where it snows every other day.

[officially_odd]

Huh.

[a pause] I thought the weather was generally supposed to stay outside.

[too_fairytale]

Yeah, but this is Paradisa. It does whatever it wants.

[officially_odd]

Seems like an awfully disorganized way to go about things.