[homesickness, longing, nostalgia -- it feels like waves crashing, in gale, like saltsprayed air, like caladan. alia thinks of leto, imagines careful hands and broad shoulders and a tender heart.]
A remembrance at the remembrance pool. I think it will be happy to play host for us. Perhaps it will be reminded of it's kin on Arrakis, if I show it what it's cousins did for the Fremen, all these eons.
Those are the people of Arrakis, the trueborn nation. Myself and Paul are of Caladan and House Atreides, foster children of Dune. I could not show you Caladan from my own mind, though - I never left the planet.
Worlds within worlds. I am grateful for all I can learn of them — and you, daughter of Dune.
[ foster child or otherwise, she has no home but Arrakis — but Paul, who has forsaken her. ]
I can show you my tower in Waterdeep, the bustling streets of Baldur’s Gate, even the bioluminescent wonder of the Underdark. Then you’ll have left your planet thrice over.
[in the singing touch of mind against mind, alia's presence grows warm, affectionate, arms slung gracelessly and fond around gale's neck, cheek pillowed on his shoulder.]
All of it. I want to see it all, please.
[destined princess, spoiled duke's daughter, alia does not mind her manners most times, but -- for gale she will.]
Show me all your best beloved places, and I shall show you mine.
[ his arm wraps around her waist in turn, knuckles running up and down her sides. affectionate and easy. he thinks, maybe, this is what it would have been like if he had a sister — if he hadn’t been so lonely throughout his childhood, with only a goddess' whispers for company. ]
You have a deal, my dear. And we’ve a wonderful afternoon ahead of us.
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A remembrance at the remembrance pool. I think it will be happy to play host for us. Perhaps it will be reminded of it's kin on Arrakis, if I show it what it's cousins did for the Fremen, all these eons.
Those are the people of Arrakis, the trueborn nation. Myself and Paul are of Caladan and House Atreides, foster children of Dune. I could not show you Caladan from my own mind, though - I never left the planet.
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[ foster child or otherwise, she has no home but Arrakis — but Paul, who has forsaken her. ]
I can show you my tower in Waterdeep, the bustling streets of Baldur’s Gate, even the bioluminescent wonder of the Underdark. Then you’ll have left your planet thrice over.
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All of it. I want to see it all, please.
[destined princess, spoiled duke's daughter, alia does not mind her manners most times, but -- for gale she will.]
Show me all your best beloved places, and I shall show you mine.
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You have a deal, my dear.
And we’ve a wonderful afternoon ahead of us.