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[espigeonage]

[Julien is being so careful to keep his voice light, but someone sensitive might pick up the sheathed edge. He's irritated.]

Okay, I hate asking this, but can I completely take over anyone's hot tub or like... small pool? Something not chlorinated. Or would help me set up and fill one of those largish inflatable pools on their property somewhere.

[Pause. Yeah, he probably should provide a reason.]

It looks like I'm molting. It's - annoying.

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[sylvanguard]

[She follows as indicated, getting water and putting a kettle on, and the getting out a mug to make tea. As she prepares the cup, she can't help but sniff the plant.]

I don't know if it's from my memories before or if it's a now sort of thing, but the smell of this plant... it's comforting and yet I keep feeling like there is something I'm missing every time I smell it. I don't know. It's hard to describe.

[espigeonage]

[While her back is turned Julien raises his wrist to his mouth and pulls out a loose and wiggling feather, wincing as it stings. He spits it out, considers chewing on some of the godawful flaking bloodfeathers to make them stop itching, and does not, repulsed.]

Umm. Yeah, I don't know... I don't think I've ever felt that.

[sylvanguard]

[She turns to face him, still waiting for the kettle to boil.] I don't know how to describe it really. It's not like I should remember anything, but it just feels like what I do remember is just cut up...

[There is a soft sigh and a shrug.] I'll stop rambling. You've enough to worry about without me rambling on.

[espigeonage]

Oh. Well that, that's common. There's a lot we don't know. Lots of holes in the memories.

[For a moment Julien closes his eyes.] It's okay.