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Hey there! It's Daylight vis Lornlit. Sorry but I'm kind of busy right now so I'm not around. Hence the recording, haha.But! Feel free to leave a message and I'll get back to you!
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all the while, it seems daylight is happily oblivious to meddy's annoyance while he continues to fix his things. the comment pulls him out of his tidying up, his helm swiveling to the nearest wall covered in drawings. ]
Oh! Kind of. [ he waves his servo, shrugging casually. ] I'm more of a doodler at the minute, Se- Merlin. I'm still practicing.
I wish you could have met my Auntie Chris. Her drawings were amazing.
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[propping his chin up on his hand, leaning forward in his seat, he's the picture of perfect attention. whatever Daylight wants to share, drop about himself, Merlin will pick it up and store it away in his memory. that was part of travels - who you met, and what they told you.]
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he stops at a particular sketch that's pinned on the wall - a woman with dark hair pinned up by a bow. her smile is a little awkward, but there's no denying the vibrancy and warmth. his auntie chris, presumably. ]
Auntie Chris was friendly and nice and funny. Even when she was busy with doing fundraisers and charity runs for stuff, she would take the time to spend time with me and teach me stuff. Like shading and colouring and drawing perspective and angles. She was going to teach me how to paint like her but... she got sick and...
[ he shrugs, a little helplessly. ] I miss her. I wish she wasn't the first to go but... I guess it's better I realised how fleeting the human lifespan is compared to Galateions.
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It's never long compared to living on. But you got to know her in the first place! And your memories are precious things. Those are worth taking joy in - that you're still telling me about her, all these years later, and drawing her. Keeping her story alive.
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Yeah. I want to keep her story alive. [ he ducks his helm sheepishly now as he begins to pin some of the sketches he's proud of onto the walls.
though they're mostly messy, it shouldn't be too hard for merlin to see what the sketches are about: a garden of some sort. a town in the desert. a few of the woman with piercing eyes, his auntie chris, and a strange robotic/metallic being that's more shape than actual form. there's a lot of the woman and the being, actually. ]
Someone's got to. Everyone else who knew-knew here is either gone or, um, too busy to try. [ not a knock against the others or anything!! he knows they're busy but... it'll be nice if the others talked about those long gone more. ]