nexus_crossings | The world is about to get a little more pink

Heart thumping, mind swirling. Is this really happening? As a little girl, Tae had only dreamed of being able to service for her country, being able to help hold the balance between the different colourants. Alongside other Dyaes, she felt like she was the queen of the world, almost. Now that it's actually happening, she can't fathom the thing she will be able see, do, or think.

But does that actually matter now? Her heart is set, and there's nothing that will come between her and her ascension to dyaedom. Tossing her worries aside, she exits her house, preparing to face the world as the next Magenta Aenk Dyae. She's sure that the other Dyaes are waiting for her arrival, and she would be soon standing alongside the Cyan, Yellow, and Key Aenk Dyaes.

The path to her fraction is like a maze--her role as the new Dyae is to find it on her own. 'Follow the path', she'd hear from the elders. Her memory doesn't lead her to the main building, and it leaves her thinking whether she had taken a wrong turn somewhere. What stands in front her isn't the main building, but a busy plaza. The way back seems to have vanished completely, and the queasy feeling in her stomach doesn't settle her nerves.

"I was so sure I had taken the right turn that time..." Disappointment settles, and it leaves her feeling even more nervous than before she left the house. What's a girl got to do in a situation like this? Tae looks to her left right, taking in all the information she can manage, and quickly tries to find a way to retrace her steps. She can't.

"I should have drawn a map--why didn't I draw a map? What am I going to do now?"

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"What are you going to do now..."

The murmuring echo of the pink girl's question comes from a man in tatty scholar's robes, an equally shabby brown suit and tie underneath them. His eyes are somewhat tired, almost vacant, looking in Tae's direction with a certain lack of focus. But at least he's wearing (an equally) tired smile. Though said eyes are looking from behind the iron bars of a tall, hexagonal cage around his head, rings hanging from some sides of its ornate top.

"One could always...stop? And consider your options. No need to lose your head about it."

She stops and stares. This is definitely not a sight that she sees often, or at all. She's not super reserved about approaching this person, but she doesn't hesitate to respond with a sad pout. Stopping seems like something akin to giving up, and she's got things to do. She really doesn't have a lot of time to sit around and twirl her thumbs in an attempt to think.

"Sorry," she starts, "I'm late for a meeting, though." Her explanation is short, and maybe? suffice, but she's not the judge of that. She might even be booted off the list without realizing her dream of becoming the dyae for her and her brother. Maybe? Just maybe she's a little unhappy with the turn of events.

"It's very important to me.."

"Ohh, a meeting." Micolash seems to perk up just slightly, eyes finding proper focus and his posture a few degrees more alert. "Meeting with whom? And where?"

Perhaps in an attempt to give a bit more concrete advice, the man lifts one hand, two fingers pointing downward and moving to imitate legs. "Have you tried, ehm. Retracing your steps...?"

She nods, and considers the answer carefully. "Um, meeting with the other," she pauses, "ambassadors of fractions, I guess." She tries her best to describe it in a manner that wouldn't confuse other people, and considering how they call it back home, ambassador was thrown around a few times, so she's pretty sure it's safe to use at this point. "We meet at the..." her words trail off, as she's not even sure where she's supposed to meet them, but she just knows that it's an instinct, instinct to know where it is. No one has outwardly pointed out to her, and she's sure that the information is in her mind, but only in a pathway leading to the location. "We meet at a meeting hall, I guess..."

She thinks for a moment on what he said, and she nods. "I have tried looking back? But there's only a dead end, and I don't think I can walk through walls..." Even with her powers, it's difficult to move walls without destroying them.

The choice of word, 'fractions', that prompts a slow tilt of the head to one side and one slow, sleepy blink. Interesting. Brings to mind the notion of fractals, shapes and patterns swirling every outward, repeating and branching into infinity. Dwelling on this a moment or two brings a dreamy smile to Micolash's face, eyes again losing focus briefly.

But then he recalls he's in the process of conversation, and an attempt to be helpful at that. Eyes training on the pink-haired woman once more, the scholar steeples his fingers thoughtfully. "Maybe you've slipped past the mortal coil...?"

Which is to say 'maybe you're dead'. This suggestion isn't said with sadness or worry, however. Micolash continues to smile serenely as he presents this theory.

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