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Finna Creation, the East - specifically, the Scavenger Lands. It's night time for all the land right now, but Luna - or rather, the Silver Chair - hangs high in the sky... almost full, but not quite. The warpgate opens onto a grassy plains a stone's throw away from a dirt road that's very well traveled, judging by ruts dug by caravans.

    Someone appears to have set up a tiny shrine cobbled together from shaped and engraved stone off to the warp gate's side. A basket of slowly-molding bread and fruit's resting atop it in offering. Writing in a strange, largely pictographic script's engraved in the stones. Ainsley may or may not have seen this language before, but even if she doesn't know it the meaning of it comes all but unbidden to her Arcane Sight - this is a shrine to the (probably nonexistent) god of warpgates, wishing safe travels to anyone using the freaky things that've been cropping up everywhere. There's something strange as hell about that script too, but there's probably no time to figure out just what.

    Finna had asked Ainsley for some chit chat time over That Incident, and the coordinates lead offroad, about a ten minute walk over beyond a field and around a small grove of trees...

    This territory is claimed by a walled city visible in the distance, Great Forks. Even though it's night time, a few boats can be seen floating by on the great Yanaze river - so far across that even Ainsley cannot see the far shore... They might be a bit nervous if they knew a Moonchild was so nearby.

    Although it's night time, it's an amazingly warm summer night. The very peak of summer, in fact. A cold-blooded being should have no trouble whatsoever here.

    The small jaunt leads to Finna, of course. She's sitting cross-legged on a flattened stone, dressed in simple peasant-like clothing at the moment. With her eyes closed and a peaceful look on her face, some might think she's asleep at a glance... if she wasn't glowing.

    A burning aura drifts from her body, silvery moonfire crackling without heat - and instead filling the surroundings with a sensation of cool dampness. Unlike the aura she's frequently displayed in battle, this one's quite calm and focused.

    And in infinitesimal, nearly unmeasurable increements, it grows stronger by the hour, drawing in the moonlight and the surrounding Essence and refining it into a greater spirit.

    A being such as Ainsley might detect a great many things swirling in that power. Images of fangs and claws. The throb of rushing heated blood and the thunder of a heart quickened by the hunt. The sound of a gently flowing river, vague distorted reflections of the surroundings. A comforting darkness, a surge of wild and primal emotions - desire and fury.

    Seems like she's taken to meditating while awaiting Ainsley. But knowing Finna, well, there's no way Ainsley could approach that she wouldn't hear her, is there?
Ainsley     Ainsley stepped out of the warp gate. She is in no rush to come to talk to Finna for reasons that are probably clear to both of them. Reasons like ... it's a painful topic and they must approach it carefully. This gives her a little time to examine the unusual shrine to the god that probably doesn't exist, and stare at the script that was used to communicate to said god...

    "Huh." She can sort of read it, maybe because she carries some overlap with the local flavor of gods or Raksha, maybe because her magic is about communication. But not quite.

    She turns to track down Finna. She examines the trees as she goes, until she finds Finna and smiles toward the meditating Exalt. The sight of her was comforting, in a way. It was someone who would defend her life even if they don't necessarily always agree. Ainsley may not get the whole conceptual wash, but she does pick up on subtle emotions while she waits for Finna to greet her. She's here because she was asked here, so she is more than happy to let Finna dictate the pace of the conversation.
Finna When Ainsley arrives, the aura Finna's displaying begins to die down until it's barely exuding from her skin at all, a thin film of power. Icy blue eyes open and the foxgirl's shoulders scrunch up, lips compressing into a bit of a pouty and uncertain expression.

    She'd had a lot of ideas about what to say earlier, but they all just drained out of her ears when she opened her eyes.

    "... Your Shadow really tore into me back then... is that really how people see me?" Almost as an afterthought she slides down off the rock. Finna's tail wags once or twice as she stretches, but never takes her eyes off of Ainsley. An awkward, almost guilty expression like one a child might show after they've been yelled at. "Thanks for coming. Hope you like the nights here. Almost a full moon!"
Ainsley     "No."

    Ainsley answers that pretty bluntly, giving a shrug and a sympathetic smile toward Finna afterwards. "That was how my inner subconscious, my Ego, saw you," she tells Finna, "And it lacked the tempering of the rest of my mind, so it was kind of a jerk. We do make a lot of inner judgments about the world around us, after all.

    Then she puts her hands in her pockets and turns her gaze up toward the moon. She smiles softly and tells Finna, "It's warm here, so that's a good start."
Finna Finna takes a bit to process this viewpoint. Her forehead furrows through the effort. "Still means I made that impression somehow or another... rrgh. I've felt it was true though." A bitt look flashes across her face and she ends up folding her arms.

    "Union and I don't get along so well..."
Ainsley     "You don't temper your impulses very well. In fact, you revel in it as if it were something to be proud of. Except it's not always positive to be impulsive, it's blown up in my face numerous times when I've made snap decisions," Ainsley says, her voice gentle, trying to be soothing. This is a lot like what her Shadow said, but it's not as terrible. "It really isn't about the 'Union' not getting along with you. You fit just fine most of the time. I'm not going to list problems you have or anything like that, because it isn't my job to correct you. That's your job."

    She smiles patiently at Finna.
Finna Finna opens and closes her mouth several times, unable to quite think of any answers to that. What IS there to say? Her eyes narrow in a brief glare at Ainsley. One SOOOOUR look. But it dwindles away almost as soon as it forms.

    "...guess that's something I knew from the start..." But might not've wanted to admit.
Ainsley     Ainsley doesn't have much more than a smile to give to Finna at the sour look. She lets it happen, and she lets Finna make her decisions in her head. The reptile woman then goes on to say something she feels is meaningful.

    "Speaking over the radio, the passing judgments of others might make you feel unwelcome. It is your actions in missions, being someone to work alongside and be trusted by, that form my opinion of you. Thus far, you have never done anything that could have jeopardized my trust in you as an ally. Sure, you are not great with certain situations, but neither am I. You can fight much harder than me, you can sneak and track better. You actually helped to save my life. You have value as an ally. I also hope you have value as a friend, as I would prefer not to let my inner judgments define how we talk to each other. So... We should go get some tea or a drink sometime, whatever you do to hang out."

    And so she closes her eyes and brightens her smile, and tries to look as encouraging as possible.
Finna Relief, finally. A bit of it. Finna's not doing anything to hide how she feels today, that's for sure! Her eyes widen quite a bit... and she ends up leaning against the rock, meditating on that bit of news. Eventually... she's returning the smile!

    "Heh. Now you're talking! Not too familiar with traditions around the Multiverse. Luna's Chosen don't have much established traditions like that... my mortal roots, heh. Lots of drinking and feasting! We'll figure something out."

    Her tone's kinder than usual.