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[Video]
[The feed clicks on that Sunday with a thoughtful looking Syre, a cup of juice on the table beside her.]
I've a question for you all, if it would not trouble you to ask. [Here she is silent a moment, taking a sip of her drink before continuing.] And do pardon the interruptions -- I've only just risen from my sleep, you see.
Anyway, back to my point... I have been wondering for a while about the concept of time here in Luceti. I notice that the hours here are not nearly as short, but there are also not as many of them in a day.
What I mean to say is... how exactly does time differ in this world from my own? Because, if the date on this journal is to be believed, today marks the anniversary of my coming into existence.
[Another pause, another sip of her juice, and then she continues again.] To be plain, it would be my birthday today.
... I suppose this means I'll need to make the proper arrangements for some sort of celebration, even if it is for myself.
[And with that (and a faint, amused smile), she shuts off the feed.]
[Action]
[Not too long after that post, Syre is out and about in the village, bag in hand as she's perusing the shops. A few pastries here, some vegetables there -- she's going to be celebrating with a bit of dinner tonight.]
[Later on, she'll be at the library, looking around for a few cookbooks -- because what are ingredients without something to put them into? She's not going for anything horribly fancy, but if something catches her eye, she'll be copying it down.]
[The feed clicks on that Sunday with a thoughtful looking Syre, a cup of juice on the table beside her.]
I've a question for you all, if it would not trouble you to ask. [Here she is silent a moment, taking a sip of her drink before continuing.] And do pardon the interruptions -- I've only just risen from my sleep, you see.
Anyway, back to my point... I have been wondering for a while about the concept of time here in Luceti. I notice that the hours here are not nearly as short, but there are also not as many of them in a day.
What I mean to say is... how exactly does time differ in this world from my own? Because, if the date on this journal is to be believed, today marks the anniversary of my coming into existence.
[Another pause, another sip of her juice, and then she continues again.] To be plain, it would be my birthday today.
... I suppose this means I'll need to make the proper arrangements for some sort of celebration, even if it is for myself.
[And with that (and a faint, amused smile), she shuts off the feed.]
[Action]
[Not too long after that post, Syre is out and about in the village, bag in hand as she's perusing the shops. A few pastries here, some vegetables there -- she's going to be celebrating with a bit of dinner tonight.]
[Later on, she'll be at the library, looking around for a few cookbooks -- because what are ingredients without something to put them into? She's not going for anything horribly fancy, but if something catches her eye, she'll be copying it down.]
