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[sunborne]

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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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[courtmagic]

[Daylight, you're talking to a shut-in. he couldn't care less. but he takes the offered seat, looking content as can be on the pile, watching Daylight come and go - and giving a little wave to Meddy. it's fine, he's not gonna do anything.]

I didn't know you were an artist.

[since that had been what caught his eye in the first place.]

[sunborne]

[ meddy flits back to their own little pile, an optic on merlin the entire time as they burrow under the pile of sheets and cloths. it isn't long before only a visor can be seen, their eyelights blinking now and then in steady vigilance.

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.

[courtmagic]

Really? Tell me about her.

[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.]

[sunborne]

[ there's a sort of wistfulness in daylight's tone as he continues to tidy up his rooms, picking up scattered art materials and cotton tuffs and half-made blankets(?) from the floor.

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.

[courtmagic]

[a word he doesn't know, but connecting it to Daylight's decidedly non organic looking self, he can make an estimated guess. pluck up the strands of nonhuman and a long life, and weave them into something acceptable to say and hold.]

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.

[sunborne]

[ daylight smiles at merlin, his optics still glossy from nostalgia and something sadder. ]

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. ]