Scene #7661: Socializing with the Seer

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Staren	Inga presumably reached out; she must have heard, or perhaps Seen, that Staren's back! Directions to a new home are supplied; rather than Dun Realtai, this is... Limsa Lominsa? Staren hasn't been to this area since Eggman's Eigkonn experiment... the memory makes her frown behind her goggles as she flies from the warpgate. (Broom is just the most straightforward way to travel.) Eggman... or rather, his end goal of enslaving his entire world, was one of the problems she had with the Concord. Things seem peachy now, but how long is it before someone like that shows up again? No, she shakes her head, don't think about that! You're meeting an old acquaintance... maybe friend, if you give her more of a chance! People have said a lot of Words about fashion at Staren. Right now, advice against wearing the coat and scarf on casual outings is sticking in her mind, but... given everything else, it's probably best to still be wearing iconic items when she sees someone who knows her from before for the first time. So she drops out of the sky in front of the indicated house, puts the broom away in her too-small-for-it-on-the-outside messenger bag, and if Inga's not already outside, knocks on the door and waits for her to answer. "Hi!" She greets with a raised hand, ears perked up. "Long time no see! Howya been?"
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga IS already oustide, apparently puttering around the garden. She has a sharp sickle in hand, slicing through something green and aromatic that fills the air with an herbal scent as she slices through the stems and adds it to the wicker basket beside her on the ground that is already filled with small bundles of plants. Inga looks the same. Eerily so, perhaps. Not a line on her face changed, her hair long and pale as sea foam, plaited down her back. She turns her face toward Staren, and motions her over. "Hold this will you?" she says, then passes a small potted plant to Staren. She finishes tying up the little bundle of herbs, reaching for her nearby walking stick, and arduously hauls herself back to her feet. She tilts her head slightly, looking Staren over. "Has it been a long time?" she muses. "I suppose it may have been..." she sounds unsure. "Ah, well, anyway, you were apparently away and now you are back. Tea?" she asks, grabbing her basket and looping it through her arm to hang from her elbow.
Staren	Staren blinks. She was expecting, by now, a certain response, and the awkward reply she has to give to it, but... Inga either doesn't care, or maybe being a Seer she already knew? So instead of getting tense or awkward she...wait, what did Inga say? Thank goodness for cybernetic implants with instant replay. After briefly appearing to space out, Staren steps forward and holds the plant. "Longer for you than for me, I think. There were time shenanigans, I skipped over about 10-11 months." She smiles, ears perking and tail swishing a bit. "Sure!" She follows Inga to wherever they're having tea. "So... what've you been up to? Or would you rather hear my story, first?"
N'Raha	There's a grumpy noise from around the back of the house, behind a tall privacy hedge. The sound of... water flowing behind it somewhere. "Would you believe me if I said we were off on vacation?" Raha's voice, though he's not making an appearance just yet.
Inga Freyjasdottir	"Need to take the plant inside, it's getting a bit too much sun here I think," she explains about the plant. When Raha chimes in, she gives him a raised brow, "Is that what we're calling it? Well anyway, come inside. Joining us dear?" she calls to Raha behind the hedge before she motions for Staren to follow her in. There's a table set up with silver tea service, already brewed, and little sandwiches and pastries. Obviously someone had been busy earlier. Could have been either of them, Raha is a great cook. "Time shenanigans. Mmm. I know all about those," she says. "What a luxury it is when time stays linear for a little while. Oh--you can just put that down by the window," she adds, nodding to the plant Staren is holding. Inga sits, leaning her walking stick against her thigh. "You go first. I've apparently only been on 'vacation'."
Staren	Staren stiffens at hearing N'Raha's voice. Last time they interacted wasn't N'Raha trying to kill Staren? Although... he doesn't sound immediately violent now, at least. "I don't see why not, except for you having to say 'would I believe'..." Once inside, Staren looks around ucnertainly until told where to set the plant down, then goes to take a seat. At a sudden thought, she removes her coat and drapes it over the back of the chair, and undoes her scarf, tucking the giant square of fabric away in her bag. She sits down and takes off her bag, setting it next to the chair. "Well..." She looks at Inga, and then takes a sip of tea. "So after that Kingdom Hearts business and Haguro's sinking... I went home to try and figure out how I could get enough power to... to stop things like that. But I got caught in a ley line storm, and ended up stranded in the past. Uh... 14 years ago. Well, 13 years ago at the time, since that was last May. I ended up in... July? Does it help to try and keep all the dates straight?" Staren takes another sip. "Anyway, it was the past, but there was no me, or my family, no warpgates..."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga has no idea what this kingdom hearts business is, or just about another other event Staren mentions, but is plainly listening while pouring a cup of tea for herself. Just how long have then been on vacation? Clearly, she's been under a rock of some sort. "I see. Did you wait all that time to get back to...now? Or did you find another way?" she asks.
N'Raha	Raha shuffles himself inside the house behind the pair, dressed in... well, what looks like sweatpants and a tank top, toweling off his hair. He looks... older to Staren, probably. There's a more weary look in his face, a new scar on or two on his arms, and his left ear is just... droopy. He does not seem to be trying to kill Staren. The miqo'te shuffles over to Inga's side, squeezes her shoulder, and then kicks a large cushion over next to Inga, to sit on the floor in arms reach of his partner.
Staren	Staren's ear turns at the sound of Raha's feet getting closer, and then she turns her head to look after Inga's finished speeking. "You look tired." Then she holds a hand to her mouth. "That was rude, sorry!" She looks apologetic at least, then smiles a bit seeing the two of them together. It must be nice to have someone... She looks back to Inga, takes another sip. "Well... for a little while I ran around trying to find any sign of my family, but... when I didn't find them, and it seemed clear I might be there indefinitely... I figured I should do the same as I do here, right? Adventure, gather resources, keep an eye out for a chance. So I went to the Tomorrow Legion... they're kinda like a good-guy faction? Reyes is one of them in this timeline, they formed much earlier there. And joined up to get missions." Siiip. "There was... well, a lot of traipsing across the wilderness to one place or another, encountering danger, fighting bandits and evil and all that. Some of it is, uh, possible threats I need to follow up on in this time, really. And uh... I passed through the warzone around Tolkeen. It was... I was a tween and teenager when the war happened, the first time. Y'know, it all seemed like distant stuff the adults talked about, and... Lazlo stayed out of it. So it's..." Staren rubs her head. "It's a real different experience, to go there and see it as an adult, see what it's like just months after the war ended. Fresh in everyone's minds. Coalition soldiers still patrolling the area. They killed..." She looks away, fingers tapping and scratching at the tabletop nervously. "They killed a kid on my watch. Even if he was a dragon, h-he was still a kid. I wonder if, if I'd done things differently, I could've saved him. I try to tell myself that I couldn't know, if I hadn't prioritized the targets I did something ELSE could have gone badly..."
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga smiles to Raha briefly, passing him a tea sandwich and pouring him a cup of tea. "Well, he is tired. We maybe have a strange idea of 'vacation', it usually involves monsters, politics, political monsters...you know," she says, waving it off. Inga listens to the story, sipping her tea. She sighs, as he comes to the end. "I know you cannot help those sorts of thoughts, but it's best not to indulge them for long. Even when you can see the future, those sorts of decisions are not easy. You do your best in the moment you are in, as I'm sure you did," she replies.
N'Raha	The Miqo'te warrior sighs a bit as he takes his sandwich, his salt and pepper hair shifting as his good ear flicks to listen to Staren's explanation... A sip of his own tea, and Raha contemplates his own explanation of things. He mulls it for a few long moments or so, summons up his will, and then..." "...The entirety of the Ishgardian ruling class should be shunted into a volcano and then the volcano should be capped off with clay and lead and then we'd never have to put up with their guano ever again."
Staren	Staren's hand flattens against the table. "Y-yeah. Sorry, I get... I did, I just get caught up in the moment whenever I retell this. There were... other things after, more things to investigate, another troubled kid... then I was sent to the south and got caught up in fighting vampires, had to hang out with a psychopathic vampire hunter to try and convince him to send rangers to a city to free it from vampire control without causing too much collateral damage... I don't know how that worked out, because when another ley line storm rolled through and I saw a rift to a place that might be home, I ran for it... Now it's this July, about two months had passed for me but 13 had passed here, and I went home and saw my parents..." She takes a deep breath and sighs. Looking at Inga but having trouble maintaining eye contact. "What do you know about fair folk?"
N'Raha	Raha makes a face and then grumps. "Sorry, was getting my story in there quick." He sips on his tea again, and then flinches at 'fair folk'.
Inga Freyjasdottir	Inga snickers at Raha's frustrated comment. "Oh I don't know, theres a few decent ones you must agree," she says. She knows he's just frustrated with the whole situation. He'd probably rather hang out with the dragons. Inga pauses, her tea half way to her mouth as she watches Staren. Interesting. "The fair folk. I know a good bit. That's a rather...umbrella term however," she replies. "Go on...or if it is difficult to say, you could simply show me," says, putting down her tea and holding out her hand. Right, SEER.