UN: ZW🌹 | Video

[wilder]

WHO: Zelos Wilder
WHERE: Network
WHEN: 8/15
WHAT: Moghome
WARNINGS: None!

[Zelos video feed will show him at first in selfie mode. He's got that look so someone that's trying to look like he's just in his casual PJs but has definitely doled himself up for the camera]

Soooo I know it's been a crazy month thanks to someone making a portal, but I looked out my window this morning and-

[he'll turn the camera to point out the window and show an landmass floating above the state park in the distance]

What the hell is that?

[Sure enough, there is now a floating island floating above Kami State park thanks to a world regain! It is full of moogle and puffy trees]

Comments

[four_quarts]

Well, them suddenly appearing was something mostly unique to the world I now consider home, but my hometown was on an island much like that one. If this one is stationary or has a regular orbit the way Vane did, I imagine it will be useful for navigation, easily visible as it is.

[wilder]

Oh right, you've lived a crazy life.

Well I guess we'll find out if it moves around a lot. What was it like growing up on a floating island? Did you have to worry about cats knocking stuff off the edge all the time?

[four_quarts]

[A snort.]

Everyone with any sense stayed clear of the edge, so we didn't have that particular worry. Being held aloft by magic didn't make it immune to high winds or erosion, after all.

[One ear flicks a little in thought, turning a bit more serious.]

But honestly, I have no idea how to succinctly describe the experience without using gardening metaphors, and you, my dear, have the air of someone who wouldn't know the difference between a spade and trowel.

[wilder]

[Zelos snorts derisively]

Hey, try me! Maybe I'm not a big gardener, but it can't be that complicated to understand!

[He says, ignorantly]

[four_quarts]

...

[Faith things will be properly understood: minimal. Instead, Ghaleon adjusts the explanation to leave out certain details.]

Since time out of mind, Vane was a garden meant to cultivate knowledge and magical learning. Its original inhabitants were my people, who lived on a timescale akin to trees, though almost the entire population consisted of humans by the time I was born. One last sapling among the flowers, if you will.

...I outgrew it quickly. Or, I suppose it would be more accurate to for all that my roots are on that island, we both needed time apart to grow before we could coexist again.

[wilder]

[For his own lack of gardening experience, he does actually follow it well. He did have a pretty thorough education, having the status he does]

Oh, I get it. It was a place that was carefully regulated, but still changed over time. By the time you were born, even though your people were there first, you were still in the minority.

And eventually, you got the desire to spread your wings and felt stifled, so you got out of there for some time.

Did I get it correctly?

[four_quarts]

For the most part. The only true difference from any town built in a place with limited space thanks to the terrain was that we had certain regulations to try and keep someone from recklessly casting the wrong thing in the wrong place and setting the whole island ablaze.

...And if I'm honest, it's far easier to pull off "eccentric genius" when you're an adult with actual social skills rather than an awkward child who looks half their seventeen years. [A brief pause.] And no, that is not an exaggeration. It's going to be decades before I can tell if being restored to life means I'm aging again.

[wilder]

Ohh, right right. Can't risk accidentally blowing up half the island.

Ha, I get that. But that does beg the question, just how old are you now?

[four_quarts]

Physically speaking, early to mid hundred fifties depending on if I'm aging or not; chronologically speaking, one thousand, one hundred and fifty... four? Five? Keeping track between worlds is a tricky business.

[wilder]

[Whistles]

Damn. I would've said you don't look a day above 600.

[four_quarts]

[This gets an amused snort from Ghaleon.]

Magic, especially of the divine sort, does wonders for preserving a body, although I have always made a point to moisturize.