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[weifengyiyu]

[Meifeng is on deck three by the forest, carrying a package wrapped in fabric.  She crouches down by a tree and closes her eyes, muttering quietly under her breath, then lowers her head for a moment

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[purplebiker]

[[After having a nice rest to try to feel better, he's decided that taking a walk in somewhere that has fresh air would be the best idea. So, he's wandering by, and he can't help but wonder what she's up to.]]

What's that for?

[[He leans over a little bit, looking at the rocks.]]

[weifengyiyu]

[Meifeng doesn't look up, arranging the rocks in some apparently important order.]

Dedication to Mehrkesh.

[purplebiker]

Mehrk...esh? What's that?

[[He squats down, looking at the rocks. Whatever it is, it looks interesting.]]

[weifengyiyu]

He's my god.

[Her eyes are sharp as she rearranges the pattern.]

Don't touch.

[purplebiker]

Cooool.

[[He wasn't really planning on touching it. She looks like someone who could kick his ass without even trying.]]

What's the different patterns for?

[weifengyiyu]

[Yes, yes she could.]

Mehrkesh pissed off th'earth god by stealin' his treasure. His followers kept him safe, gave him shoes t'escape and disguise his footsteps.

We make rockpiles t'distract th'earth god with his treasure.

ffff sleep is aaaaawesome.

[purplebiker]

That's cooool. Do you need a lot of rocks to do it?

[[Not that he'd try it, he's just curious about this. He's never learned about... any sort of religion.]]

[weifengyiyu]

Laa. S'many as you've got.

The more the better.

[This is a small pile, but she'll be making more inukshuk around the ship during the day. A lot of small piles wherever she can, rather than one big one.]

Y'religious, kid?

[purplebiker]

Religious? Uh... no, I guess not. I wouldn't know how to be.

...How do you go about finding which religion is right for you?

[[He's never really heard of all the religions, just little bits and pieces. He scratches the side of his helmet, as if it were his head.]]

[weifengyiyu]

[Meifeng chuckles under her breath and rubs her throat thoughtfully.]

Shit, y'just know. Y'know the one that clicks for you, th'one that watches y'back.

[purplebiker]

...

[[He crosses his arms, and stares at the ground. He isn't really sure what to think of what she said. The one that watches his back?]]

Is there a word for someone who thinks they believe, but aren't really sure of what to do?

[[The word he's thinking of is 'agnostic'.]]

[weifengyiyu]

I'd call 'em wahid, eh?

[She snorts and shakes her head, eyeing the passenger critically.]

Believe what y'wanna believe. Ain't nothin' to me.

[purplebiker]

Wahid?

[[He tilts his head a slight bit, as if he doesn't know what to think of it.]]

...uh. Thanks, I guess? I'll see you around then, miss...

[[In mid sentence, he stops. He doesn't know her name.]]

What's your name? I'm Richezza.

[weifengyiyu]

[She shrugs and drapes her forearms across her knees as she crouches, watching the rock pile as if it might do something other than just sit there inanimately.]

Don't know it in your language.

Hah'uk Wei Meifeng. Call me Meifeng.

[purplebiker]

Ah well. I'll figure it out eventually.

[[He hesitates for a moment, but sticks out his hand.]]

Good to meet you, Meifeng.

[weifengyiyu]

[Staring in confusion at the outstretched hand, Meifeng waits for something to happen.

Nothing does.

She looks up at Richezza and raises an eyebrow.]