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[arms]

[ Minho has been spending most of his time in the Drabwurld just sort of... observing and exploring. Because he's been working to make a better map for the arrivals to use, and has been trying to figure out what would be the best way to go about sharing it. Would something over this weird network work? Who knows.

But he's gotten a little distracted by the whole feathers thing, and has been having a time of figuring them out. He appears on the feed for both courts with one of the little feathers pinched between thumb and forefinger, turning it back and forth. ]

So, before I came here, there wasn't any such thing as magic. It was all science, no... powers, or whatever. [ Thomas and Teresa's telepathy aside, considering that was science, too. ] Gotta say, this's pretty interesting.

[ Except then there's a distressed bleating - behhh! - and Minho snorts abruptly, sticking the feather behind his ear and reaching down out of the amulet's view to pick up... well, what looks like a small deer. ] Except for the part where a certain someone hasn't figured out how to turn back into a person, but y'know. Jeez, greenie...

[ But he turns his attention back to the world at large, nestling the fawn in his muscled arms. ] Anyways. The feathers are literally, like, everywhere. But has anyone figured out what all they do, or found anything else while picking 'em up? Like new places or some klunk.

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[greenies]

It's stupid. It doesn't make any sense. There's no explanation for any of the stuff that happens here--it just happens. [ seriously, at least in the glade, everything was there because... ...well because thomas put it there. awkward. ears flopping uselessly to the side, thomas lets minho carry him about. ] Where are we going?

[arms]

There's probably an explanation, but we're just going to have to find it. Like we always have to. [ Like with the Glade. Like with the Scorch. Like with Denver. Like when they got to Paradise.

They'd figure it out, because they were chosen for more than just their immunity to the Flare, and he wouldn't stop until he'd gotten some kind of understanding of it. ]

We're gonna go look around. Not far, really, 'cause that'd be stupid. But just around.

[greenies]

To the magic? Because there's no program in the entire world that can turn people into deer.

[ behhhhhh. pathetic behhhh. still, thomas looks a little more interested at the idea of adventure, and his ears perk a little more. ]

Be careful with the feathers. [ it's a little jokingly, though. maybe minho cheered him up a little. ] I don't think they all do the same thing.

[arms]

Magic isn't a program, you and I both know that. But there's gotta be some kind of system to it.

[ There we go, that's better. Minho continues carrying him without a care in the world, because he doesn't weigh a shuck thing in his arms. Beefcake. ]

Shot a fireball with mine, earlier. And then I decided to stop shucking around with it so that I didn't do something stupid.

[greenies]

It'd be easier if it was. [ if you haven't noticed thomas does not handle not knowing how to do things very well. thomas lets out a shocked little bleat at that-- ] Wait, you had fire powers? That sounds terrifying. [ and he was responsible with them! thomas is so proud. ]

[arms]

Way, way easier. 'n I wasn't even the one with programing knowledge or anything.

[ He still doesn't know the extents of what Thomas did. But then again, he doesn't care. That Thomas is long gone, and this is the one that he'll protect with his life.

Except he makes an amused noise, now. ]

After you get set on fire once in your life, you kinda garner a little respect for the stuff.

[greenies]

[ well--at least thomas doesn't know, either. what he remembers from the changing is fuzzy, and he could ask teresa about it but. he won't. thomas lifts his little deer head and presses his fuzzy cheek into minho's shoulder, near where the scars from the lightning strike had nearly killed him. thomas had refused to leave him, and if he had to go back, he'd do it all again. after all? minho was the best friend thomas could ever ask for, the only person in the world thomas truly trusted. ] Yeah. I get it. [ he bleats again, but it's quieter. at least he can make little animal noises for things he can't say. ]

[arms]

[ Quiet for a little while, walking and seemingly aimless - but Minho is never, truly, aimless - he quirks the slightest bit of a smile as he feels the gesture of affection and support pressed to scarred and ruined skin. He can still feel the sensation, but it's different on his unmarred skin than it is his scarred.

He angles his head a little, presses his cheek onto the top of Thomas'. ]

Never did thank you, I don't think. But we're more action than words, aren't we? [ It was every man for himself, and yet Thomas had come back for him without question. And he would do the same, no matter what happened, after he'd come back the first and only time he'd run away. ]