Returning to Arms

[in_the_cracks]

The Nexus has caught Telrim off-guard for the first time in a while. Rolling with the interruption, she’s seated in front of a table with a small scanner in hand, checking her Dracon beam’s workings with methodical precision. She doesn’t look up as she speaks. “I’m coming to… let’s call it the end of an interlude. It’s likely I’ll be returning to

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[mind_your_elder]

((Sorry I missed your last post. I'd thought Sages more-or-less dead back in June, and only checked back today on a whim.))

I have often found that it is often well to begin by preparing the simple things--seeing that one's tools are all in good repair and arranged for convenience, allowing useful old habits of the task to reawaken--and to conclude with the difficult: the questions.

*The old bird's eyes narrow, skin crinkling around the edges, in a smile.*

I hope you have been well?

[in_the_cracks]

((No worries! It has been pretty much dead. I've just set it to track and wandered by once or twice in case. That said, it seems to have worked out. ;) Good to see you!))

She sets down her work at that voice, and gives Kian'shar a nod of greeting, a faintly curious look. She wouldn't dream of not attending to the Chozo's presence, but now she's especially watchful. So much has changed - so many mistakes have come to light, in her people's handling of aliens.

"Well enough." Her smile might be a little thin. The Yeerk's calm is a rather solid cover, but beneath it her host is much less easy. No protest, no fight, just helplessly unhappy. "Though things have turned interesting lately. And you?"

[mind_your_elder]

I have no complaints. There is a certain placidity to my state which can recommend itself. At the same time, the gardens I watch have bloomed and grown as is their way, and that has been an excitement.

*The looming bird crouches, settling to sit with its long legs folded comfortably.*

Interesting? My curiosity unfurls. What has happened?

[in_the_cracks]

"No, I can't imagine much disturbing you," she mutters as Kian'shar sits down. Considering how to answer. Whether to answer.

"First, what did you mean about preparing questions?"