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[trustedhisheart]

[It had taken Tus some time after waking up to actually notice the journal and pick it up. Possibly because he was not only wondering how he came to be in this place, but how he came to be anywhere at all. He was reasonably sure he remembered dying

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn is on her way outside. The snow has been falling for a couple days now, and she's still not sick of it. Who cares that it's August? Snow.

Of course, fussing with making sure she's completely bundled up, Bryn's not exactly paying attention to where she's going, and bumps into Tus completely by accident on her way out of the barracks. If it wasn't for all the layers catching on her feet she might have steadied herself, but as it is, she falls on her bottom on the ground.]

Ow...

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[trustedhisheart]

[Tus is currently blissfully unaware of the snow outside, as he hasn't made it that far yet. He is, however, aware that it is much colder here than what he is used to, which is unsettling. It implies that he's rather far from where he'd been before, and he is not terribly pleased about that.

In his distraction, he fails to spot the young woman heading for him until it's too late. He's so startled for a moment that he also fails to catch her, which, of course, is entirely unforgivable.

He leans down to offer her a hand up, giving her an apologetic smile, and an apology in Persian.]

My apologies, miss. I should have been watching my step much more closely. Are you unharmed?

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn looks up at Tus, and it's clear from the look on her face that she has no idea what he's just said. It's obvious he's trying to be kind in helping her up, so Bryn doesn't hesitate in taking his hand to get to her feet. She gives him a quick smile.]

Thank you. I'm so sorry for running into you like that...I'm still getting used to all of these skirts and things...

[And it dawns on her slowly that, he'll probably have as easy a time understanding her as she does him. This is going to be problematic.]

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[trustedhisheart]

[The confusion on her face is troubling, but she accepts his help up, so he smiles at her again.

And then she's speaking, and he can't understand her at all. Ah. Likely she didn't understand him either, then.

He has no idea what language she's speaking, but he switches first to Aramaic, and then Elamite, asking if she understands in each, on the off chance that they do have a language in common.]

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn shakes her head. Her expression is apologetic, and she asks him in German, then in French if he can understand her then.

None of the languages he uses seem familiar. They don't sound like anything she can identify, though if she had to make a guess, she'd say he was probably from the middle-east.

Well, at least he seems friendly. Wanting to try some form of communication, Bryn draws her journal out and holds it up to him. She points to him, and then the record. Does he have one?]

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[trustedhisheart]

[Sadly, it seems they do not have a language in common, though the words she speaks are very pretty.

He shakes as head as well in response to her speech.

And then frowns in confusion when she pulls out a book much like the one he'd found in the room he'd awoken him, and seems to be asking him if he has one.

Tus pulls out his own, showing it to her, and then looks at her questioningly.]

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[brynkitten]

[Oh good. Bryn finds a blank page and starts writing.]

It seems we don't share a common language. This record will translate for us. My name is Bryn, and again, I'm so sorry for running into you like I did. I wasn't paying close attention to where I was going.

[Because yes, introductions came first, and then apologies, and as she assumed he was new, all of his questions after.

Bryn carefully reaches for his journal and if allowed, turns it to the page where she's written.]

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[trustedhisheart]

[He watches her write in her book, curious, and willingly allows her to open his own book to the correct page.

And is a bit startled to see the script that has appeared in it. He reads it over, then looks up at the young woman, testing out the name he was given.]

Bryn?

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[brynkitten]

[Her smile is immediate, and she nods, pointing to herself.]

Bryn.

[She picks up her quill again and writes.]

Are you new to the Keep?

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[trustedhisheart]

[He smiles when he seems to have gotten it correctly, and points at himself.]

Pri- [And there's the smallest hesitation as he automatically goes to introduce himself as 'Prince Tus' only to cut himself short. He is no longer the prince, but he has not had occasion to introduce himself as king. It still feels wrong. He forgoes either title.] Tus.

[At the new question, he pulls out his own quill to write his response. Not only does the book speak, but translates as well? Had he not recently discovered the secret of Dastan's dagger, he would not have believed it.]

Yes. Do you live here, or are you another who has found themselves in this place?

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[brynkitten]

Tus.

[She tries to mimick the way he says his name, hoping she's gotten it close enough.

Bryn enjoyed this part of meeting new people. The initial getting-to-know-you period was potentially full of surprises.]

It's a pleasure to meet you. I found myself here over four months ago, but it has become a home of sorts.

[It was the first roof she'd had over her head in three years. It may not be where she was from, but for now it was home.]

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[trustedhisheart]

[He nods, smiling at her again when she says his name, then turns back to the book to read what she's said. This is certainly an - odd way of communication, but it does seem to be working.]

It is a pleasure to meet you as well. You have truly been here so long? Then the words I have read in this book are true?

[Not that it will keep him here, but it would be nice to know.]

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[brynkitten]

[She nods her agreement to the first question, but when the second appears, Bryn grows hesitant. It's clear in the halting way she writes that she doesn't like to give this answer, but it's in her nature to be completely truthful.]

Some believe the words are true. There are others who doubt, as we've been offered no proof and none of the guests here have met Lord Deior or even seen him.

[She shrugs, giving him an apologetic smile. It's unfortunate she has nothing concrete to give him.]

But yes, I have been here that long, and if given a chance down the line, I might even remain.

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[trustedhisheart]

[He nods as he reads her words. He would expect no less for a varied group of people being held with such an explanation - some would take the words to be true (perhaps some had even seen things that would lend truth to the words, as he had), and some would believe nothing without having seen it with their own eyes.

Her last comment, however, surprises him.]

You would? Why? Are you so fond of this place?

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[brynkitten]

[Bryn hesitates after his question, and after a moment writes her answer slowly.]

I am safer here than I was where I came from.

[In California, that she'd remained alive for three years had been lucky. That she'd remained undiscovered and not taken by the government, well, Bryn wasn't sure how she'd managed that.]

Not that it's always safe here, but comparatively speaking...

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[trustedhisheart]

[Ah. That, Tus can understand. What may be considered a prison to some may be a safe haven for others, when their previous circumstances were more dangerous than their new ones.

Of course, this is the opinion of a man who is part of the ruling force of an empire who conquers other nations and is convinced they're much better off under their new rule. But the point is still valid.]

I understand. Do I take your words to mean this place has dangers as well, beyond those of simply being kept here?