@Sparrow | Video

[arcadedragon]

[The video opens with a view of a bright blue sky with some white puffy clouds floating by before Genji picks up the comm from where it had been laying on the ground. He's kneeling in a meditative pose and behind him is what appears to be a Japanese temple with many trees in full bloom. A riot of pink sakura blossoms swirl in the wind in a scene that is absolutely tranquil.]

I do not think this is real, but there is a part of me that wishes it were. This is Hanamura, it was once my home.

[He reaches out to catch one of the flowers before it floats to the ground, rubbing the petals between metal plated fingers.]

Is this happening to others as well?

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[arcadedragon]

[Just two guys with a cooler full of fish. Happens all the time.]

We very much do.

[At least he's used to being stared at, but generally he can dart away or keep completely silent and he's never been carrying something so heavy he couldn't take it with him. He's just going to resign himself to being the weird fish ninja from now on. It's fine.

Nodding at Reynir he hoists the cooler up as far as it can go so the fish don't have to drop very far into their temporary home. They're not exactly thrilled about this either, but hey, it's not a cooler. As for the branch...

He leads them to a quiet and out of the way area of the agriculture level where they can dig a little hole and plant it. Once it's in the ground he'll retrieve the tea and cups that Reynir had, pouring a little leftover tea into a cup and bowing his head before pouring it near the base of the stick as an offering to the baby tree.]

Thank you for helping me to do this.

[braidmage]

[ Reynir doesn't ask whether the little offering of tea is traditional or something Genji had made up, himself; either way it's a touching gesture, and makes him smile softly as he watches Genji do it. He waits until Genji is done before he pulls something from his pocket. It is a small square of cloth - just a scrap, taken from some tattered ruined sheets Reynir had found during his explorations of the Anchor. He has taken to carrying cloth, with him, because it makes it easier to do things precisely like this.

He has a small stub of charcoal in another pocket, and carefully draws out a rune, all arcs and soft spirals and fractals inside a circle. Once he is done, Reynir ties that scrap of cloth so that it hangs loose from a little fork in the branch. ]

To help it settle into its new home.

[ Reynir remembers how skeptical Genji was of his magic, when they had first met. He doesn't know if that attitude has changed at all, but even if it hasn't, he's okay with that. It had taken a while for his friends on the expedition to believe that he really was a mage and really could protect them with runes. They'd come around in time, and so will Genji. And in the meantime, the little cutting will benefit, whether or not Genji believes.

When Genji thanks him, Reynir looks over at him. The mask may be back on, but he remembers what Genji's face had looked like underneath it. Scarred, yes, but still handsome in its way, and animated, likable. Reynir smiles shrugging his narrow shoulders. ]

It was seriously my pleasure.