[Damas had begun preparations of Marmas the best way he knew how, but quickly found that it was not particularly easy to manage on his own, especially when he lacked some of the skills-- most specifically cooking. It could not be a feast without food
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[Though he is wondering what she has to ask.]
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[Click!
Zelda's going to skitter up to Deck 3 now, and try to look somewhere between formal and casual.]
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Not wishing to startle him--much--she remains wordless and lets snapping twigs beneath her shoes speak for her.]
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[He glances over his shoulder.]
Please forgive my rudeness. This takes a bit of concentration.
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That's not necessary. I was just watching. I've never seen anyone do... whatever it is you're doing.
[There's a pause and then she tips her head at him.]
What are you doing?
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[He removes the paper from the stream and carries it almost gingerly by the corners to an empty branch.]
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Listening to Damas, however, is like listening to her father tell her stories. Zelda feels younger around him, as though it's all well and good to be younger.]
Then the combination of parchment and ink with the representation is symbolism of a balance between the two powers. Is that right?
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[He's happy you have interests in this, Zelda.]
Enough of my talk, you came with your own questions.
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Nonsense. I enjoy listening to you. Your wisdom is enlightening and I can always learn something new. You're right, however; I did have some questions for you. I wanted to know how it is you motivate your people in Spargus, the things you do to promote providence for them, and how you carry yourself as such an efficient and beloved leader.
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I would never call Spargus a proper model for any kingdom, nor would I be so brazen to call myself a beloved leader. Respected, maybe. Not beloved.
[He looks to the rest of the parchment for inspiration. It doesn't tell him much.]
Spargus is a city of outcasts, built from mud and scrap metal. Spargans are motivated by the will to survive. I simply implement that law. To be admitted into the city, you are guaranteed a haven until you die, but you must prove your worth. All dead weight is cut free.
In the desert, death surrounds us. Such an oasis comes with a price.
[Be that price blood or your own humanity.]
For the time that I ruled Haven, I like to think I was fair. I tried to keep morale high, even though in the midst of the Metalhead Wars they had sunk to the sewer's depths.
[He thinks for a moment longer.I made decisions that were necessary, not popular. I tried to teach and lead the cities in my charge as a father would lead his son through whatever ( ... )
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