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[whatsupcroc]

I don't really like doing that announcement thing, but since I'm her roommate... Snow White's gone home! Which is good, that means she's finally back with James, who's her total love at first sight wonderful husband and she has a daughter that maybe she'll get to see now so I'm happy for her. Right, and Al left too, but that was last month. Uh... a few others, but I don't really know the full list.

It makes me curious about something else, though. What do you guys do to show you remember and care about people who you'll probably never see again in this lifetime?

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[deadelfwalking]

[he shrugs. He scratches patterns into his wooden table, designs common to high elf architecture.]

Help? I do not know about that. But I have few other options.

[he lifts his head, glancing at some part of the room that's off-camera.]

I did come here with some certain possessions, some things I managed to collect from my former life. I've given most of them away by this point. I suppose you might call that a form of remembrance. I remember my homeland whenever I share a drink made there, for instance. I remember my little brother whenever I make a meal with the spices he liked. And so on.

[whatsupcroc]

( Her purposes in asking this question in the first place were layered; she wanted to know, of course, but she also wanted to fill in the quiet. Collette didn't like her first taste of living alone in November, and she's not looking forward to her second right now.

She doesn't want to be lonely, so she tries to get people to talk with her. This was just one way that helped her out in thinking through something at the same time. )

I think I'm going to have a lot more of those than I realized, at first. Smells really seem to do it. Like spices, or just... stuff my nose recognizes that reminds me of something else.

What was your little brother like?

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira rubs the side of his face. It's been over ten years since Faltora's death--and his own. But he can still remember his brother's face; his voice. He's an elf, after all. Their lives and memories are long.]

Shy with women. I always had to nudge him along whenever he wanted to ask a particular girl to a banquet. [Koltira shakes his head.] He was reckless in battle, though. Too emotional.

[whatsupcroc]

He sounds like a good guy. What kind of things do you remember most about him? Those two?

[deadelfwalking]

He was good. Naive, even. [another shrug.] I still recall his face, his voice. We were much alike in appearance, if not in temperament.

[whatsupcroc]

What's your favorite memory of him?

What's his name?

[deadelfwalking]

I'm a long-lived man, Collette. It's not easy for me to pare down my memories that way. I suppose I remember most fondly the ordinary things. Eating together at a long table. Fighting over the last apple or slice of bread. Training, every day, right at dawn. That sort of thing.

His name was Faltora.

[whatsupcroc]

Still had an answer for me, Kolts.

Faltora. I like that name. He sounds like he was a pretty cool guy!

[deadelfwalking]

I suppose he was 'cool'. I loved him, in any case. [There's a brief pause, as though he's about to leave it there, but then--]

Collette, why did you ask this question? Is it because of the people you mentioned? Or someone else?

[whatsupcroc]

Can I cheat and answer both to that?

[deadelfwalking]

You can, but then I'd ask who 'someone else' might be.

[whatsupcroc]

All right. Then I'm answering! Both.