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Player Name: Jordan
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Character Name: Delirium
Character Fandom: Sandman

[A flutter of wings seen out of the corner of an eye.]

Did you know that if you chew off your finger you might be a starfish?

[She looks up, deeply interested, and tilts her head to one side. It's very important that she find out if you knew that. After all, the veracity of her statement might very well be up to discussion.]

Veracity? Greenness. Honesty?

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[even now, with the chill of the winter air threatening to turn her fingers blue, Jilly loved to sit by the fountain and draw the villagers as they walked by. It was good practice, trying to quickly capture a familiar face or a particular stance before they had passed her by. But, as fascinating as many of Luceti's residents could be, it had been awhile since anyone had caught her attention as thoroughly as the rainbow haired woman. The artist had been sneaking quick glances at her for the past five minutes, not wanting to stare but desperately trying to catch the almost fey quality she had, especially as she moved.

Maybe she should have been more surprised by the odd statement. Or confused. But, somehow, it just seemed to fit. She gave the other woman an almost apologetic smile, caught in the act, before responding]

Really? I'm not sure it'd be worth it.

[Del agreed easily.] Like a bear trap.

[Stretching her arms up up up up over her head Delirium tried to touch the sky, letting her eyes fall half closed]

Maybe just a pinky.

[that got a laugh]

You know, pinkies get a bad rap. Being small doesn't mean they aren't as important as, say, the index finger.

[says the woman who is five feet nothing.]

Hmm.

[She passed on, letting the thought fell backwards into something. Clambering to her feet, she weaved her way over to where he strange woman sat.]

Are you like the boy's mother?

[she blinked, caught off guard by the sudden topic change. She was beginning to get the sense that this woman wasn't just fascinated by starfish.]

...I guess I'd have to know which boy you meant if I was going to give you an actual answer.

He sings. He did sing. He sang. Past.

[She tilts her head thoughtfully, a wild spill of red hair creeping over her shoulder.]

Maybe he would have lived cherries.

Is he a...friend? Someone you're looking for?

[there was no doubt in her mind that this woman was a new feather. She knew what that was like, arriving here and waiting and wondering if she'd ever see anyone from home.

...or was it someone she'd lost? There was a finality in how she repeated herself about his singing being something of the past]

Looking for?

[She was close enough, now, to lean in and try to catch a glimpse of the paper that had so many things that might be words and very much likely were not but said more on it.]

I'm not looking for anything. I don't think, probably not, I was looking for something but I found him or her found me or he stopped running but it's really not stopping because he kept going. I might have been looking for a dog. Have you seen one? He's about this high and sometimes he has pointy ears and he's never a balloon except that one time but don't tell.

[her eyes widened]

That sounds like a pretty special dog.

[goodness]

[on the page, she'd managed to capture the other woman's profile, her hair curling around her face, expression distant. It was still rough...more outline than finished sketch...but she'd begun clarifying just enough detail that it was familiar]

...I hope you don't mind.

The most special.

[And her very favorite. But that was unimportant when presented with the lovely sketch of her very own, changeable features.]

You did that? All on your own?

[Now that she wasn't trying to steal glimpses, she was struck by how familiar the woman was.

...Not in how she looked. She was pretty sure she could never forget anyone who looked like that. But the odd phrases and the semi-distracted movements...it was like talking to the Crow Girls. One part confusion, two parts mystery, and a sense that there was something more if she only knew how to see it.

Geordie would say she was imagining things... just taking her flights of fancy and convincing herself they were real. That she was seeing magic where others would see...something else. But then...if they'd ever needed proof that magic was crazy, they'd never had more of it than here in Luceti.

She smiled at the question]

Well, I had a lot of help learning how to do it, but this? All on my own.

[Del smiled back, and her mismatched eyes sharpened on a point just past the new woman's face.]

Don't give Desire your butterflies.

[Her fingers traced the lines of the sketch inches away from the page.]

Or a frame. Hands don't fit right in frames.

[Drawing her hand back left her shadow as a velvety, delayed movement over the paper.]

What? Becoming a starfish is that easy? But... That'd hurt.

Unless you already were.

How would I know without trying that? I know I don't look like a star...

Maybe you shouldn't chew off your finger then. Or you can and find out, or maybe if you think you did and just be who to be it'll end up perfect~

Definitely!

Did you know that if you chew off your toe you could be a lizard? Have you ever thought about that possibility?

Only when you tail falls off, little god~ Or it's green. And purple! more green...

Have you ever considered that the toe might be a metaphor for the tail?

And I prefer green. Unless it is a chameleon, they tend to change colors, you see?

I had a tail. A toe? A tail. Ish. Tail-like.

[Lips quirk up, a smile that didn't quite manage to crinkle her eyes.]

But sometimes I confuse which is what. You know, too many stars.

A tail attached to your toe? That is quite plausible.

[He grins slightly, this maiden might be extremely smart or high on certain Midgardian weeds.]

Yet, I am quite sure a toe is attached to a foot and a tail is attached above one's behind. Stars are up there.

[He points at the sky]

[The general consensus tended to linger somewhere between the two, where Delirium was concerned.

She wiggles her shoulder back and forth, pushing back against the wall to reach her feet.]

Manatees. They have tail toes is there a word for that, tail toes? Yes... fffff... Like dolphins.

[Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she tried to nail the particular word she was looking for.]

Maiden? Are you tripping your balls off?

[This is a very legitimate question.]

You must lose balls very easily. It does. or doesn't. Sometimes both, if you look sideways and squint right. And want it.

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JUST GOT EXCITED TO SEE THE APP AND SAW THIS WAS HERE ALL ALONG

HELLO LOVELY! Hope I don't end up disappointing.

Haha I don't think you have to worry about that

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