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[mosthonest]

There's a strange breeze in the plaza. That's not that weird, there always seem to be odd air currents rippling through it, but this one feels warm and Mediterranean--smells like hot sand and heady spices. And if you listened hard enough you might be able to hear the sea birds and polyglot babble it carries in from the jostling marketplace in Cyprus.

It seems to wrap around Iago, sitting at a table on which there are a few empty cups. From all outward appearances, he's no one exceptional. A seasoned, weary soldier on his off time. Simple well-worn tunic, rough hands, wide and honest face with a few scars. Simple, open smile. He gestures to the seats across from him. Classic Nexus set-up, just another soul looking to share a drink.

"I am often long away from my native land. And often do my thoughts linger on it, some parts of it I miss dearly as my heart would miss blood, as my body would miss breath." He's already offhandedly pouring wine into a cup for himself from a drawn leather sack, and now some for you.

"Knowest thou that feeling? Come, tell. I have learned the taste of wine is richer seasoned with tales of home."

[*waves* Old, old timey occasional player here. So glad to see these communities are still popping!]

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[candysgirl]

“What of those with no native land? Those who spent years on the road, living in inns and caravans, traveling from town to town? The feeling of home, for some, is not a place. I do not feel the longing of which you speak”

The young woman is frail and graceful, her dark skin contrasting with the pristine pink dress and jacket. She takes a seat.

“What tales of your home do you wish to share?”

[mosthonest]

"Perhaps, then, thy home is not circumscribed to one sole place as thou say'st. Thou art not bound by the shadow of one great palace, the soil of one land, the reaches of one noble lord. There is freedom in that. Is there some quality of the road then that calls out as home? Or, as I have known such souls, an aspect of the sea? Some as I know them would say that when the wind is fair and the waves lap and curl just so then there is their home."

He pours her a cup of wine and offers it to her. The drink is not fancy by any means, but it does pair perfectly with conversation. Sweet enough to loosen the tongue of most, by Iago's reckoning.

"I have been thinking of late of the bells, my good lady, in my home. There's many a church close at hand, where I was born. And through the day they announce the hour or call all to mass--their singing echoes off of Venice's old stones and across the canals and through the markets and the palazzos. I am no crow-black ghostly father, no, and have little patience for their like, but methought it was as if the saints themselves did wag their tongues in time with the chatter and calling of my countrymen. I do miss it."

[candysgirl]

“I enjoy the people” she replies, after a thought “The different people, their stories, the bits and pieces of them that follow them around life. There’s a lot that people have in common, but there’s also a lot that is individual to each person. I like being able to see the stars at night; and imagine what it would be like to go to space and see them, or to watch the clouds, to feel the green grass and hear the chatter of animals, the songs of birds... there’s just so much that’s all different everywhere. Sitting still, having one place as home- I just want to be ready to take off at any time.

Alas, that is harder now, I have a child, when she is older I will take her with me. “

She sips daintily at the wine, while keeping her perfect posture.

“I’ve not been inside of a church, or heard the bells. I imagine the sound to be beautiful. Is it worth going back just so you can hear the sound, or is it the people too? The town sounds quaint, though with so many churches, I’m not sure I’d be welcome”