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[parallels]

[The locket feed switches out to show Clara out in the fields around Caer Glaem. Her face is dirty and smeared with dirt and sweat. Her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail and she stands with a shovel, surrounded by piles of dirt. There is also a pile of delicately picked tulips set to the side. Clearly, she's been putting her best foot forward when it comes to the requests from the court.

She licks her lips before starting, as if she's trying to follow what she's rehearsed in her mind.]

So Clara Oswald, here. Nice to meet anyone I haven't spoken to before. Phones and lockets that act like phones aren't really my thing. [Well that was a poor intro. She sighs a little and moves it along.]

I've been collecting the flowers on the graves to bring back to Caer Glaem. I figured it might be a bit of a nice thing to brighten up the crypts and to honor all of these people. Every time, we visited my mum's grave we'd always bring flowers. But none of these people have anyone to bring them flowers. No one even knows who they are. Figured that maybe that's something we could do. It's not about war, it's just about doing what's proper. That at least, I can get behind, threat of an evil spirit or not.

If you'd like some flowers let me know, I'm going to bring them back to the city. Maybe we can arrange them into something? Can't say that's my specialty but I'm sure there's someone out there who can.

...And then, second part of what I wanted to broadcast. It's a bit of a new direction. More cheerful one though.

[She shifts the camera down to show a little winged dog that is currently chewing on a bone next to her.]

Right so.

I've never owned a pet before. Not even a gold fish. Most I ever had was was one of those little keychain toys when I was ten.

But I got this one as a boon and he's a bit well. A handful. As puppies and children tend to be. In desperate times, my resources are books or my own cleverness; and cleverness has no bearing on puppy logic and I can't imagine there's "Simarg Cub Training 101" in the library, I'm running a bit dry here.

[The pup barks and flies up to lick her face. She laughs, a little more honestly than usual, and pats his head.]

Basically, pet owner advice is desperately needed. I'm sure I can spin whatever you can give me into something useful for this little one.

Comments

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[boutant]

Aw, what a cutie!

[ wiggling her fingers at the simarg yes she is

Er- oh right, there were questions. ]

I like the flowers idea. I'd just be careful with picking other flowers, since the dryads might be attached to them.

[parallels]

He's a good boy.

[And the compliment is a cue for the pup to try to jump up on her shoulder in order to get a better look at the locket. She sputters and shoves him down as her expression darkens.]

It's never simple in this place, is it? Even just to pick a flower.

[boutant]

Does he have a name yet?

[ sdlkghsd silly pup ]

Unfortunately, no. I mean, I think they tend to stick with trees? But I'm not- certain.

[parallels]

Not quite. I've been sort of calling him Patrasche. But it's a bit of a depressing reference so I don't know that's proper.

[And he's back up again. But this time he's more gently about settling against her shoulder and she lets him stay.]

...I'll look out for them. Last thing I need is to have a cross nymph after me.

[boutant]

You could shorten it for times when he's not in trouble. 'Pat' or something.

[ SO CUTE SHE WANTS TO PET HIM ]

Probably a good idea.

[parallels]

Pat. Could work. Though it does seem a little dull for a flying dog.

[COME OVER AND PET. She needs all the help she needs.]

I appreciate the advice. Really.

[boutant]

That just makes him more special, really.

[ Or... something. ]

Maybe planting memorials would be a good idea, too? Either where the graves were or just... somewhere. Then =the dryads aren't upset and the dead are honored.

[parallels]

Suppose it could. Though if he gets any more special, it might all go to his brain.

[She gives the pup a playful tug on the ear before looking out at the locket thoughtfully.]

That's not a bad idea.

Perhaps some kind of garden or tree? Unless we know any incredible designers to make a sculpture.

[boutant]

Pets are supposed to be special.

[ Spoil them. Spoil them always. ]

Well, I'm an architect? But there's an elf called Nerdanel -- she sculpts, I think.

[parallels]

You are? That's a start. Nothing against memorial gardens but something created and designed just feels so much more proper.

[A beat.]

Maybe we ought to start recruiting.

[boutant]

[ She laughs. ]

I'm sure plenty of people would be willing to help, or even just donate supplies.

[parallels]

Everyone loves helping. Especially when it comes to a good cause.

[Nodding. You are a clever woman.]

[boutant]

It gives them something to do, too.

[ You know, other than worry about fighting and stuff. ]