From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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She begins to refuse what he says, and he awkwardly tries to figure out where exactly to start. “So, imagine it starts off as one cell, and then with the boost I guess, of a seed, it makes more cells.” Dark brows furrowed as he goes back to the small drawing. Sunjata is by no means an artist, but he manages to make it a bit more defined, left wrist flicking with the movements as he passes it off and barges forth.
“So, it’s small here right? And let’s say it’s not fertilized.” He pauses, cheeks remaining red as he realizes the absurdity of what he’s talking about with her for the fifth time already. “It goes along until it reaches here, and it leaves you when you have your monthly bleeding.” Gaze lifts to hers for a mere moment, trying and hoping it makes sense. “And then it starts again, and this time let’s say it is. Instead of leaving you, it attaches itself here —” He points to the lining with the stick. “— and then gets bigger, forming a child.”
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
Phoebe stared - glared rather - at the drawing, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "So... this isn't actually an egg. You just call it that. she said, pointing to the little circle. "It's just a single cell. And it must lack the parts that allow it to replicate on its own like other cells?" she asked. "And so when the body rejuvenates it gets rid of the ones that have failed to replicate. And the replication parts are in the seed, which must be missing the appropriate conditions to allow replucation to occur on its own...which is why it only happens when the two meet?" she asked, hoping she was getting it.
She begins to hear through what he’s saying and he nods a bit too fervently, raising the stick to point it at her easily. “Yes.” He sounds a bit more boyish than he ever had, but he hasn’t felt this awkward in years, and it’s relieving as it begins to make sense to her. Turning back to the drawing, he points again with the stick. “So that being said, there’s certain times when trying to conceive that are better than others.”
A pause as he bites down on his lower lip, wondering if she’d notice if their times together had any correlation with this new information. “So it’s unlikely to happen in the beginning of the cycle, likewise near the end. But not impossible.” A quiet rumble as he considers it. “They told us back home that most successes happened around the middle.” It was why he typically strayed away from that if he could help it, had always sought to use protection when given a chance, because wanting to expand his lineage was absolutely not on his agenda.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
11-19-2019, 12:38 AM (This post was last modified: 11-19-2019, 12:38 AM by Phoebe.)
Phoebe
As awkward as Jata felt, Phoebe felt as calm, cool, and collected as could be. This was all clinical to her. It was understanding the body. There was nothing to be embarrassed about. The mechanisms of procreation were one of the most basic and important functions of the body after all. Quickly she wrote down the explanation in a manner that actually made sense to her, as well as drawings that explained it all.
At the mention of times of fertility, she considered quietly. Then she pulled out another book, one he would know as her calendar book. In it she happened to track her monthly bleeding, to make sure it was regular for health purposes. Softly she counted to herself after flipping through the pages, counting out the days in the months she had conceived Emmett's child and Jata's. "So right around 12 to....14 or 15 days. If I am any indication." she said.
She’s surprisingly calm, and he sets the stick down while she writes her notes, gaze flickering over her notes as he stretches his legs out, finding one of them had started to fall asleep. Still, he remains silent while she then goes to pull out the tracking book she’d always kept and he watched her a bit sadly, sighing quietly to himself as he looks away. “Yeah.” He says quietly, wondering if he should tell her or not.
In the end, he does, because she probably deserved to know why he’d acted the way he had when they were together. “I, uh.” He starts to say, head tilting to the side to glance at her. “You’ll probably notice a pattern.” He shrugs toward the days where she may have kept track of their activities, seeing where the pattern may lie, how the time they had conceived had been an outlier. “I’m sorry,” he’s sorry for her because he knows how much it had meant to her. But he isn’t sorry for doing it, any of it.
if i let go, would you hold on?
would we fly?
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
