o6. thursday may 20 / text

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Recent conversations have sparked some curiosity in me.

We all come from different worlds and different times, and I can't help but wonder what some of the common myths, legends, and fairy tales are in these times and places. Such things can be very telling of the people from which they come and I think I might enjoy making a collection of sorts and analyzing them.

So, Death City, if you would be so kind tell me about your worlds and the stories you've been raised on. The more detail the better, and if you know anything of their origin that is better yet.

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[Aww, she finds the enthusiasm very endearing!]

No. Nothing really determines whether a troll will have big or small horns. It is really just genetics. Sclera is also called the yellows of the eye...or I guess maybe in your case the white of the eye? [She points to her own eyes] The part around the irises.

As for our home world being like Earth, in some regards yes. We have two moons as opposed to one, and they are of different colors. Our sun is much bigger and much harsher than the one here so we are mostly nocturnal creatures. None of them have...faces. But that aside we have oceans, forests, deserts, tundras--a very diverse amount of biomes.

[pinnedbangs]

I never knew that. [He didn't know a lot of things but it does get him wondering if his sclera changes color when he was all angry.] Are your horns gonna get bigger?

Does the second moon control an ocean too or does it change other stuff? Earth's moon must seem boring to you, since it's only white. ...I work better at night too, when I'm not sleeping. [But on a planet with a harsh sun, he might allowed to sleep as long as he wanted to without interruption. That sounded awesome to him!]

The sun and moon aren't supposed to have faces. This place is like a messed up version of my home. If you saw our moon, people would say that there was a rabbit living there or something like that.

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Unfortunately, no. [And she smile fades just a teeny bit. Not that she cares much about her horns but]

Both moons have their effect on the ocean, though one is very small so it doesn't have as great an impact. They are pink and green. I think I could appreciate a white moon if I wasn't so confused with figuring out how a celestial body could be alive.

[The smile returns at the anecdote and she raises an eyebrow, bemused] Is there? After the things I've heard here I'm not ready to rule anything out.

[pinnedbangs]

[Uh-oh did he insult her? How does he even apologize for that --] N-Not that having small horns is a bad thing! I'm shorter than my twin brother so it's that genetic thing you said!

[oh yeah smooth not] I wanna see a pink and green moon one day! ... But earth's moon isn't alive it just, y'know, floats out there.

[A smile looked better on most people, and for that, Rin showed her a toothy smile in return.] Well, when I was little I really believe in it. It's a fairy tale about how this old, hungry beggar was coming to town and a bunch of animals offered him food that they gathered. But the rabbit didn't have anything to offer so she offered herself as food for the guy. The guy was so impressed that he made sure that everyone could see her image on the moon and remember her virtue. ...So I guess it's a real story since you can see a rabbit on the moon. ...But my old classmates in primary school used to tell me that it's a rabbit who was making mochi or whatever, but I think the first story's more interesting.

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[She laughs a little despite herself and waves his concerns away] It's quite alright, don't worry. I don't mind the size of my horns--really, I'm in the same vein as you. I just wish I were a bit taller but I doubt I'll be doing my growing there.

[She becomes quiet, however, as she listens to the story curiously.] What a charming story, such a brave rabbit. But what is that thing you mentioned--mochi? I don't think I've ever heard of that before.

[pinnedbangs]

[To be laughed at was a little embarrassing but hey, at least she wasn't frowning. It was a win-win as far as he was concerned.]

Where would you be growing? [What could a troll possibly grow? He really appreciated how easy-going she was. It made it fun to talk to her, as odd as it was to be talking to her - or anyone, for that matter.]

Oh uh... beaten up rice? You'd make it by cooking rice and then pounding it down in a motar. [And he tries to demonstrate as he speaks, mimicking how a mallet should be held and swung down into the motar.] ...It's pretty good. You can make a lot of things with a base like that. Like desserts, soups, rice cakes... stuff like that.

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Usually when we hit the ages in which we most grow it's height, horns, form, and our irises change from grey to our blood color. Fangs become bigger in some trolls too, but not all. For some trolls their latent psychic abilities also manifest then.

[Rice has never been a big part of her diet, so she's rather interested. Di can't help but think it's sorta cute who he mimes the process.] I'll have to try it sometime. Have you made some before? You seem pretty knowledgeable about it.