Arrakis - Sietch Tabr - Wednesday Morning & Afternoon

[atreideslioness]

It was around dawn when the scent of food began wafting up from the kitchens. Fresh baked bread, coffee, and the lilting tones of Fremen chattering in a mixture of Galach and Chakobsa as they went about their lives.

If they were a bit more outgoing and less-wary of the visitors than they had been the day before, well, going out into the desert to meet with Shai-Hulud had shown a certain daring and respect, and those were two traits that the Fremen held very dear.

The portal would arrive to pick them all up around three, but until then, the visitors from Fandom had the run of Tabr.

Although it still didn't make you safe from the Aunties.

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Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I have one," she admitted with a little smile.

"What about you?"

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Practicing my water drawing, actually," he replied. "Thought it'd be a nice place to capture." And to flesh out his drawing of the sand worm he'd started from memory the night before.

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Have you tried any of the sands?" she questioned curiously, smiling at the thought.

"I doubt you'll see a desert like that too often."

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[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Maybe before we go," he said. "It'd be a nice contrast."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She walked over to sit next to him.

"Riding the worm was fun," she said with a faint smile.

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Definitely," he said, making sure there was space for her next to him. "You looked like you were enjoying yourself."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"What was there not to enjoy?" she said with a laugh. Her body curled up a little, happy to lean against him even if his hands were busy drawing.

"And the desert. It was wonderful and frightening all at once, I think. Like something in a book instead of something real."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

He was good with her leaning, not minding at all if she saw what he'd been working on. "It was nothing like home, that's for certain. I'm not sure I have a proper way to put it in words."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Maybe there is no way to put it into words. Maybe it's something you'll have to draw."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

Now that was an idea. He glanced her way. "You could be on to something."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

That made her smile genuine.

"I like to think I can be helpful."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"It'll be a good project," he said thoughtfully. "First to see if I can convey even half that much and then to see if it manages to transfer to others who see it."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"I won't be able to help there, since I've seen it, but there's enough people who didn't go on the trip."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

He nudged her with his shoulder. "Isn't art supposed to invoke something? Even if you've seen the worms, I'll want you to see."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She nudged him back, leaning her head on his shoulder a little.

"Okay."

Though she was relatively sure she was also the last person to ask about evoking emotion as well.

"I'd want to see it anyway. I love your art."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"You give me too much credit," he said, ignoring the tips of his ears. "Not that I mind so much."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She shook her head and looked over at him.

"I can't give you too much credit to tell you I enjoy something. It's just the truth."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Says you," he replied. "But I fear you will be disappointed at some point."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

"Haven't been so far," she pointed out.

...all right, the thing she'd heard about with Brooke, that hadn't exactly impressed her, but that was then. This was now. This was now with Griff-who-liked-her.

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Then the pressure is on," he teased. "Have you spent time with any of the locals?"

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[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

She shook her head.

"No. I don't... really like crowds."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I thought you were quite...close to one of the organizers. What are they calling him? Gavin?"

Re: Underground Reservoir

[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

Fiona blinked.

"Do you mean Leto?" she asked with a slight frown.

"Yes, he's my friend. And I suppose he's local. But he's-- I don't think of him-- I guess, then. Just him, though."

Re: Underground Reservoir

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"You don't think of just him, what?" Griff didn't understand how the words she'd said fit together into something coherent.

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[cutsthestrings.livejournal.com]

They didn't.

"I don't think of him as local to here. Know it's home for him and all, but he's... one of us. From school. It's different."