❧ IC INBOX: Abraxas

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Wouldn't mind at all. [ He'd shown up technically uninvited, but Claude is hardly unwelcome. Ciri responds with a faint smile and a nod, turning back into the kitchen to put the water on.

Coram, meanwhile, ventures slowly from the plant and slinks along the floor, wings flat against his back, until he makes it under the table, after which he proceeds to sniff Claude's boot. ]

We have that in common, I'm afraid.

Don't get me wrong -- there are dangers here, of course. I know this as well as any of the Summoned. We are in many ways held prisoner here. The governments will seek to use us, as they did when they herded us all in the crater not so many months ago.

I understand why many want to find a way back to their lives and away from such threats.

[ And yet, the implication Ciri leaves hanging unsaid in the silence between them is that this remains preferable to whatever waits for her elsewhere. She'll take on the risks here not only by necessity, but by choice. She's made her decision.

It would only be more impactful if it was a real decision to make. It's why she fought so hard even though she didn't want to leave, in that dream-life they all shared, to give the rest of them a chance to choose. ]

[godshattering]

And that's assuming they'd let us leave even if there was a way back.

[ Something which goes without saying, most likely, but the words slip out in an overly tired tone before Claude remembers to keep them back. They're at the whims of those in power here just as Ciri's said. Even patience for the right opportunity when it's served him so well before won't be of any assistance here without some major changes to make it an actual advantage.

Absently he runs a hand against his jaw while thinking. There's that small tug of not quite guilt, not quite responsibility as the idea of not returning home even if there was someday an opportunity for it sits with him for longer. While other times it might be fainter, today it's rather strong when this conversations winds threads of it into his words as he shifts his gaze to watch Ciri ready the tea. Perhaps it's this which makes Abraxas seem distant even as they're here in it and part of what brought him here. ]

If I go home, I'm signing myself up for more threats than ever before. The court I grew up in was a particularly unfriendly one - to me, specifically, and I doubt that's changed in the years I spent away. Going back will mean starting over in more ways than one even if it's my home, but it's still something I wish to see through more than anything.

[wiedzminka]

[ The kettle will need a few minutes. Ciri prepares the pot, the sugar, the milk in a little decorative ceramic pitcher; her movements are clearly on instinct and habit, her eyes on Claude.

She leans on the counter, arms crossed atop it. ]

That's admirable. To care about your people and your responsibility so deeply.

[ She pauses, trying to figure out how to ask without it being awkward. Too many half-remembered conversations that never happened in real life. ]

...can you tell me more about it? Your home?

[godshattering]

It probably would've been more so if it'd started out as that rather than me being concerned about myself most of all rather than changing to be that.

[ Not nearly so selfless as his goals grew to be, even as he'd believed it would be best for everyone. But that'd been based on his experiences alone, and it'd taken a long overdue conversation with Cyril to realize the broader impacts - of things he'd never heard of from being removed from them in more ways than one, and what had made him all the more certain of the next part of his path. One still waiting to be taken if they do ever return or have the chance to when it'd mean leaving a life here behind, too.

Though he'd been watching Ciri making the tea it was without really seeing the actions, something with which Claude tells on himself by blinking back into the present at her questions. There's no hesitation before a smile spreads across his face in answer. Well, the first of them, anyway. ]

Of course. [ That leaves him with the dilemma of where to start as he leans back in his chair for a few seconds' thought. ] Almyra's hard to summarize between everything from deserts, forests, and mountains for the land and the many cultures which make up its people, but both make up some of what I love about it. I also used to love going through the markets to see what new things I could find when merchants would travel through. I grew up in the warmer part in the sands but my favorite thing to do was to sneak out and fly a wyvern to the steppes and the prairies. My parents were less pleased when they'd find me missing from wherever I was supposed to be.