[ Hootle observes the hand offered, before he churrrrrs softly and springs up off the table, slowly hovering his way towards Dohalim. It's been a long time since a certain someone requested his downy baby feathers for pillow purposes, but evidently Hootle doesn't hold grudges unless your name is Law. Beak parts, and there's a very gentle nibbling of Dohalim's finger tips in greeting, before he turns his face and lets them run against his facial feathers. ]
As long as he's not at the library. [there's a huff in spite of herself, before Rinwell looks sheepish] You're right, though, I don't think he's ever bored of training.
[ It isn't the longest hug, but it is fiercely tight and sincere, and accompanied by a widening smile on Rinwell's face when she releases him.]
I've missed traveling with everyone too. I know it couldn't last forever, but.. [a part of her can't help but wish it had. But the world turns, and Dahna-Rena-WholeNewWorld couldn't fix itself without them] But! That's why this time, I get to bring you something from the recent excavations we've been doing!
[ We, being the small team of Dahnans and Renans interested in finding their mutual history. It's a small project, one helpfully backed by Dohalim and Elde Menancia, and Rinwell rushes back to pick up the heavy box. Why save the best until last anyway? ]
[Their combined efforts had certainly opened up countless new doors for Renans and Dahnans alike, their two worlds no longer separate, but in doing their part to help people along, it was unfortunate necessity that lead them all to scatter and put themselves to work where they could do the most good.
There was a large part of Dohalim that wished he could be in the field with Rinwell, searching for bits and pieces of lost history, but reforming government was a full-time job, and thus a financial contribution was the most he could offer at this time— significant, of course, but it felt a bit hollow when he considered his own love of history. He inclines his head curiously as she mentions her latest find, idly running his fingers along Hootle's back and gently stroking his feathers in the well-practiced manner he'd picked up over their travels.]
Do tell— it must be quite something for you to be this excited.
[His smile hitches wider, curious.]
I want to hear all about it— where does your latest discovery come from?
[ Hootle has no objections to such attentions, becoming a puddle of feathers as fingers are run along his back, and there are faint happy chrrrrrrs. They also reflect Rinwell's mood: that Dohalim appreciates their worlds' history as much as she does has been a bridge built into a bond she's glad she allowed into her heart.
One of these days, they'll have a big find they can do a big official event for, and invite him to attend. She's not quite sure how to make that work yet, but she's pretty sure she can ask Kisara when the older woman isn't off fishing. ]
So, the last time there was a dig at the Adan ruins, they kept finding mentions of a city west of Mahag Saar's territory who were paying tribute to the Wind Spirit Temple. And we know that it's not referring to Elde Menancia, since the 'elde' was carried over from the original name of the region, and is just another word for 'old' or 'original'. All the signs indicate they considered this a much newer settlement.
[ She continues the chatter as she carefully opens the chest, and very slowly lifts what look to be a series of wrapped tablets, each of which are settled in a row. The protective fabric is partially pulled aside on each one, revealing an element insignia at the top, followed by long thin horizontal lines descending, with dots chiseled across seemingly at random. ]
—-hard to choose between several possible sites, and I don't think we found the city or town we were looking for. But that's okay. [her eyes brighten] I think we found something better. A smaller shrine, dedicated to the wind spirit.
[She has his undivided attention, naturally; his attentions towards Hootle do begin to taper off as she opens the chest and reveals its contents, and Dohalim leans in to get a better look as she very carefully shows him what was found. The way Rinwell handles such artifacts is proof enough of her great love of history; she presents them with care and reverence, speaking of her work with great enthusiasm. Everyone, he thinks, should be fortunate enough to have work they are so passionate about.]
These are quite something— the markings on them are still quite clear, even after all this time.
[Age and erosion are often the enemies of preserving history, but they have not taken their toll on these tablets just yet.]
A shrine to the wind spirit... that is a very exciting find. Were the remains extensive?
It might have taken us ages to figure out — Law was the one who noticed it. Can you believe it? Law.
[ Carefully, she tugs down one of the wrappings, so that the flat tablet can be seen in full; the entire plate is lined horizontally, though there are larger gaps in places, and multiple marks dot the rows in turn.
She sets that first directly in front of Dohalim. ]
He said they look like the sheets you keep next to your violin.
[ She'll get back to describing the temple in due order, but this is important. ]
[He lets out an almost musical laugh as he echoes her; it comes as a surprise to him, as well, but the remark is an affectionate one.
As she reveals more of the tablet, he adjusts his angle, leaning forward to examine the one she places in front of him with both hands flat on the desk. It does look remarkably familiar, and what she says next explains precisely why.]
I see— theyโre written music.
[โSheet musicโ isnโt quite right, given the medium, but he can see the marks for what they are, evenly spaced and measured. There is a rhythm to them.]
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unless your name is Law. Beak parts, and there's a very gentle nibbling of Dohalim's finger tips in greeting, before he turns his face and lets them run against his facial feathers. ]As long as he's not at the library. [there's a huff in spite of herself, before Rinwell looks sheepish] You're right, though, I don't think he's ever bored of training.
[ It isn't the longest hug, but it is fiercely tight and sincere, and accompanied by a widening smile on Rinwell's face when she releases him.]
I've missed traveling with everyone too. I know it couldn't last forever, but.. [a part of her can't help but wish it had. But the world turns, and Dahna-Rena-WholeNewWorld couldn't fix itself without them] But! That's why this time, I get to bring you something from the recent excavations we've been doing!
[ We, being the small team of Dahnans and Renans interested in finding their mutual history. It's a small project, one helpfully backed by Dohalim and Elde Menancia, and Rinwell rushes back to pick up the heavy box. Why save the best until last anyway? ]
You won't believe what we've found.
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There was a large part of Dohalim that wished he could be in the field with Rinwell, searching for bits and pieces of lost history, but reforming government was a full-time job, and thus a financial contribution was the most he could offer at this time— significant, of course, but it felt a bit hollow when he considered his own love of history. He inclines his head curiously as she mentions her latest find, idly running his fingers along Hootle's back and gently stroking his feathers in the well-practiced manner he'd picked up over their travels.]
Do tell— it must be quite something for you to be this excited.
[His smile hitches wider, curious.]
I want to hear all about it— where does your latest discovery come from?
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One of these days, they'll have a big find they can do a big official event for, and invite him to attend. She's not quite sure how to make that work yet, but she's pretty sure she can ask Kisara when the older woman isn't off fishing. ]
So, the last time there was a dig at the Adan ruins, they kept finding mentions of a city west of Mahag Saar's territory who were paying tribute to the Wind Spirit Temple. And we know that it's not referring to Elde Menancia, since the 'elde' was carried over from the original name of the region, and is just another word for 'old' or 'original'. All the signs indicate they considered this a much newer settlement.
[ She continues the chatter as she carefully opens the chest, and very slowly lifts what look to be a series of wrapped tablets, each of which are settled in a row. The protective fabric is partially pulled aside on each one, revealing an element insignia at the top, followed by long thin horizontal lines descending, with dots chiseled across seemingly at random. ]
—-hard to choose between several possible sites, and I don't think we found the city or town we were looking for. But that's okay. [her eyes brighten] I think we found something better. A smaller shrine, dedicated to the wind spirit.
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These are quite something— the markings on them are still quite clear, even after all this time.
[Age and erosion are often the enemies of preserving history, but they have not taken their toll on these tablets just yet.]
A shrine to the wind spirit... that is a very exciting find. Were the remains extensive?
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It might have taken us ages to figure out — Law was the one who noticed it. Can you believe it? Law.
[ Carefully, she tugs down one of the wrappings, so that the flat tablet can be seen in full; the entire plate is lined horizontally, though there are larger gaps in places, and multiple marks dot the rows in turn.
She sets that first directly in front of Dohalim. ]
He said they look like the sheets you keep next to your violin.
[ She'll get back to describing the temple in due order, but this is important. ]
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[He lets out an almost musical laugh as he echoes her; it comes as a surprise to him, as well, but the remark is an affectionate one.
As she reveals more of the tablet, he adjusts his angle, leaning forward to examine the one she places in front of him with both hands flat on the desk. It does look remarkably familiar, and what she says next explains precisely why.]
I see— theyโre written music.
[โSheet musicโ isnโt quite right, given the medium, but he can see the marks for what they are, evenly spaced and measured. There is a rhythm to them.]
Astoundingโฆ