[Action | Amamiya and PM]

[promoted_pawn]

[It's warm. Not the dry, crusty warm of waking up after a night sleeping on a sand dune, or the oddly pleasant morning warmth she's experienced while sleeping outside in the Gardens. That, and it's also too soft to be the soil of either situation. PM opens her eyes, taking a moment to register everything. Cabin. Sleeping bag. Snowstorm. Human-

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[gentlecuteside]

[Amamiya stirs slowly from her sleep. She spends a few seconds in a half-awake state, processing things only haphazardly. She sits up sleepily, rubbing sleep out of her eyes until she can open them properly.]

Where am I?

[She looks around, spies the Mendicant beside her]

Who are...what are you?

[promoted_pawn]

We're in a house. I don't know whose. [PM decides not to move out of the warm sleeping bag quite yet, tugging it up around her shoulders as much as she can, as her dress isn't exactly winter apparel.]

Um. My name is the Peregrine Mendicant, and I am from Prospit.

[gentlecuteside]

[That was an unusual name. In fact, it didn't sound like a name at all. And she'd never heard of Prospit. Still, Amamiya didn't question it. She fumbled around to try and find her glasses - they were lying next to them - and put them on for a better look]

I'm sorry, I hope that wasn't rude.

[She squints at PM, taking in the chitinous white exterior, the bizarre mode of dress]

Are all people from Prospit like...you?

[promoted_pawn]

It's alright.

[Despite wanting to lay in the cozy warm forever, she sits up. Introducing herself while laying down was very awkward.] They are white and carapaced like me, if that's what you mean.