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[Aubri looks far more composed for this message than he did the last time he addressed the locket. His feathers are neatly groomed, all traces of dirt and blood gone. The alertness in his gaze is less stress-induced and more of genuine curiosity. The brand above his left eye -- a simplied Unseelie sigil -- is visible, though well on its way to healing. All in all, he looks much better than he did when he warned of Celegorm's march on Caer Glaem.]

It has not been so very long since many of us found our memories plucked from our minds and given to the public. Perhaps it is not so for some of you, but for me, it is rather unheard of.

[A pause] I wonder: do any of you know why this happened -- and why it happened to some but not to others? I was otherwise occupied during much of that time and, if it was said, I missed it.

[[This also serves as an open ACTION post: Aubri has taken up residence, for a good part of the day, on a patio at the Station. He has laid claim to a nice, warm sunbeam. For the price of good company, he'll share it.]]

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[Aubri watches almost placidly as his visitor startles.] I am not all bird.

[ Now they speak to one another, Thorin spares a more attentive look at the animal. ] ... I can see that.

I am called Aubri. You?

Thorin Oakenshield. [ A brief pause. ] What are you, then?

I am a gryphon. What are you?

A dwarf. [ Then he remembers there are native dwarves in these lands, so he adds. ] But I am not from this world.

So you were brought here, like many others. Are there more from your world here?

From my world, two others of my own kin, and a good number of folk from different races. Elves, mostly. [ He sounds most displeased about that. ]

Ah, the Elves. [Aubri definitely knows a few of those ones.] Then... what is is? Middle Earth, I have heard it called?

[ Considering they are all over the station currently, it doesn't surprise him. ] That is right. Middle Earth is the name of the land which we come from.

It must be an interesting place. [This one is definitely not an Elf.] I have heard the Elves speak of it, but no one else.

It is similar to thse lands, in some ways. Though not so much in others. [ Terribly specific. But he ends it in an open tone - if Aubri asks, he might just answer. ]

How is it different? I am curious.

For one, we have no places such as this Station. The fairies and imps are not a common sight, neither is this seemingly great divide between the Seelie and Unseelie. There are many races, and many kingdoms. Some more peaceful than others, some not as welcoming.

It seems as if this world is engulfed by this divide.

And yet we still manage to sit here, largely undisturbed. [ At least so far. ]

For now. I will not pretend that the war could never reach us. We are divided by court, after all.

That is but a name and a side which they have forced upon us. Not a choice nor a cause of our own.

Even so, despite that, I agree. This war may yet come to affect us all, one way or another.

I believe that it will. As peaceful as it seems now, we are in the middle of a war.

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