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[rainbowbrush]

I remembered my home.

[Close-up of an incredibly realistic painting done of a small, sleepy looking hamlet. There are people milling about, almost seeming to move within the picture. At the far end of the painting is a small house that seems to stand out in some way, though it isn't clear why. Perhaps more detail and attention were paid to this little home, for some reason.]

It's a super boring place. I'm better off here!

[There is a sadness in her voice that can't be totally hidden, no matter how much she tries.]

It's called Thamasa. And everyone there could use magic, but we weren't supposed to. I can't remember why. Probably 'cause some stupid old guy was in charge and didn't want anyone to have any fun. But you can't keep talent like mine silent! I painted all the time anyway, and made all kinds of fun stuff happen, and they couldn't stop me because I'm so awesome and adorable and talented.

[She paints a few more things, adding small details until she's satisfied.]

Stupid, boring old town. At least here I can use my magic and no one yells at me.

Comments

[rainbowbrush]

No way! I couldn't use my magic there! Why would I?!

[She totally does.]

[stinglikeabat]

I thought you might miss your family, I suppose.

[rainbowbrush]

...Don't remember any family.

[stinglikeabat]

Oh. Er...

...Well, if you like, we'll go hunting for anemoi tomorrow and you'll remember them soon enough!

[rainbowbrush]

Really?! Okay!

[stinglikeabat]

Those big blue ogres are gone, but I'd still rather stay out of the ruins for now. Is the forest all right with you?

[rainbowbrush]

Yeah! We can go after all sorts of nasty stuff there!

[stinglikeabat]

Don't forget to bring a coat. It's still pretty chilly out there!

[rainbowbrush]

But coats get in my way.

[Still, she shows up at the forest with an oversized jacket on, looking even smaller than usual.]

[stinglikeabat]

[Joachim has a scarf tossed on over his normal outfit, the hypocrite. He also has a large mailbox.]

There you are! Are you ready to rumble?

[rainbowbrush]

Hey! Where's your coat? And what's that thing?

[stinglikeabat]

You mean this mailbox? It was born for one purpose in life! To deliver mail! And yet, in this lone city where no two people are out of walking distance, it's become a relic of a fading past!

[A single manly tear courses down his cheek.]

...I could not help but be touched by its sad plight.

[rainbowbrush]

...

What.