Look upward and share the wonders I've seen

[nebaritralk]

Chiana walked through the gardens, black eyes wide as she took in the strange array of alien flora. She had never seen flowers of such colour as this one, or one that smelled as sickly sweet as that one, and what of these strange vines? Inside the hotel, she felt on edge, surrounded by too many people, most of them those humans that looked exactly like Sebaceans. Peacekeepers everywhere, how could she not be on edge.

But out here, it turned out, she could relax. There was nobody that might harm her, and nobody she might need to take advantage of. Just plants, and her. She followed a strange yellow and black striped flying bug as it flitted from one flower to the next, her lips stretched in a smile full of wonder. If only Nerri were here to see this with her…

She stopped where she was when she caught sight of a field, and in it... What kind of animals were these? There were a few of them, four-legged and big, even taller than her when they raised their heads, grazing in that pasture. They came in different colours as well and, before she'd really decided to, her feet had taken her to the edge of the pasture. They seemed so peaceful, but she didn't dare vault over the barrier, wary of creatures she did not know. Some would turn on you in an instant.

She shifted her balance when one of the animals headed her way; she was ready to flee. A curious tilt of her head, but the animal just stopped in front of her, on the other side of the barrier, and watched her placidly. She shifted her balance again and leaned closer, extending a gloved hand to pat its brown coat. The animal sighed out through its nostrils, but let her. She smiled again and stepped closer, laughing her shrill little laugh when the animal nudged his nose at her hand. "You're a bossy one, what do you want," she asked it, delighted, and resumed petting it. "Shame the microbes don't work on your language, huh?"

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[nebaritralk]

"Ne'er-do-well," she echoes, clearly enjoying the phrase in a way that means that it is a new one to her. "I like that. I like that a lot," she confirms, still grinning as they reach the stairs, but she doesn't like him enough that she doesn't let go of his arm and gesture for him to go first.

He made her go first through the door, it's only fair play.

[seeorseem]

Eames chuckles, low and warm, and doesn't mind at all when she makes the gesture. He allows a bow of his head, smirking as he wanders through the door in order to head outside, fixing his hat before he does much else. "I'm glad to know my new companion has great manners," he praises wryly.

[nebaritralk]

"Manners," she echoes thoughtfully, as if trying to remember what those are. "Sure, I can have those. I'm not sure about human manners, though," she adds with a warning smile, just a little sharp, before she follows him out the door. She stands on the doorstep for a few seconds, just taking it all in. There's so much dust, and so much is made of wood. It looks primitive, which is fitting for humans. Le 1 août 2014 18:36, "seeorseem - DW Comment" dw_null@dreamwidth.org a écrit :

[seeorseem]

"And what are your manners like?" Eames wonders, given that he never has met an alien woman before, but if he's going to expand his little book of potential disguises for dreams, he thinks he ought to at least research with great depth. Otherwise, it just wouldn't be accurate, now would it?

[nebaritralk]

"Mine? I made a point never to develop any, Eames." Her answer sounds a little distracted, because she still expects people to attack her. Some stare on their way past them, some others do a weird gesture with their hands, forehead-chest-shoulder-shoulder, and others seem happy to ignore her. Fine with her, and she looks back at her companion with a sharp smile. "The ones I was supposed to grow involved not having an opinion. Or much freedom. I didn't really care for them." Le 2 août 2014 20:16, "seeorseem - DW Comment" dwnull@dreamwidth.org a écrit :

[seeorseem]

Eames doesn't give anyone a second look, but perhaps that's because he's started to treat this world and all the worlds like it as though dreams, where projections are merely your subconscious and need to be ignored and only dealt with in the last possible circumstances. "Manners akin to a prison? What sort of terrible world did you live in?"

[nebaritralk]

"Now you're getting it," Chiana congratulated him with a sharp smile, walking by his side through the streets of what was probably a town? A small town, anyway. "I can't remember not wanting to take off." Fortunately, Nerri had been right there with her.

[seeorseem]

"Then we have some more in common," Eames says amiably, though his escaping had little to do with taking off and far more to do with delving deep, deep into dreams because anything was possible, there. "And where did you take off to? You made it here, after all."

[nebaritralk]

"You don't know Nebari, you won't know the Uncharted Territories," Chiana answers offhandedly, her attention still nicely split between the town around them and the conversation they're having. She looks away from another one of those animals Eames had found her petting, and up at her companion. "What were you escaping?"

[seeorseem]

Eames shrugs and gives her a rather bemused look, seeing as he doubts that she'll understand. "I was born into a rather well off family, which means that my little dealings weren't so happily accepted, given my quick fingers and my other hobbies."

[nebaritralk]

"You keep talking like this, I might have to forgive you for having been military," Chiana warns him with a sharp grin, sidling closer to him as they walked. She has to wonder how close to her other hobbies his are, since they seem to share at least the one.

[seeorseem]

"Don't we all make mistakes when we're young?" Eames points out with a cavalier shrug of his shoulders, as if this mistake is one that he simply had slid past it, onto a life of crime and excitement, never ashamed of such a thing. "Mine happened to be the military. Besides, it led me to very interesting pastures."

"Though, not as interesting as this," he says, of the Wild West around him.