It would seem that I lucked out today.
I mean, I guess it depends on how you look at the situation.
Walking out into foot-traffic and bumping into someone - bad luck (or, poor planning).
Bumping into a lovely lass who fortunately takes no offence or damage from the collision - good luck.
Having a very full bag of vegetables tear in front of said pretty lady - bad luck.
Having said lovely lady make an offer to help with said vegetables just before disaster struck - good luck.
Cashing in on her offer and having her follow through with it - very good luck.
I always try to be an optimist, clinging to what positives there are in life. Right now, as I am in a crouch-squat collecting vegetables off the ground, I choose to be grateful that the series of events that led to this moment proceeded in the way that they had, when so many far more disastrous things could have happened.
A strange pulse hits me then - at least, it is still strange to me, as I slowly learn more about what I am, and the full implications of that. At least I am learning to recognise other Attuned around me. The smile on my lips softens into something more gentle, more genuine, as I allow a light chuckle to form in my throat in response.
"Chulane," I say between motions of vegetable-gathering, "though you're welcome to call me Chuy." As the vegetables are slowly but surely wrangled and brought back into order, I take advantage of a recently vacated bench seat nearby to rest them upon. "I'm a recently arrived newcomer to Halo," I offer, "and just as recently realised I carry the Attuned gift within me." I hope to inform her purely because I have not yet learned the ways of speech without words while my human form dominates.
"It's been a steep learning curve," I say with a soft laugh, looking back up from the vegetables to her, gratitude evident. "Thanks, by the way," I offer a hand for her to shake in greeting.
I mean, I guess it depends on how you look at the situation.
I always try to be an optimist, clinging to what positives there are in life. Right now, as I am in a crouch-squat collecting vegetables off the ground, I choose to be grateful that the series of events that led to this moment proceeded in the way that they had, when so many far more disastrous things could have happened.
A strange pulse hits me then - at least, it is still strange to me, as I slowly learn more about what I am, and the full implications of that. At least I am learning to recognise other Attuned around me. The smile on my lips softens into something more gentle, more genuine, as I allow a light chuckle to form in my throat in response.
"Chulane," I say between motions of vegetable-gathering, "though you're welcome to call me Chuy." As the vegetables are slowly but surely wrangled and brought back into order, I take advantage of a recently vacated bench seat nearby to rest them upon. "I'm a recently arrived newcomer to Halo," I offer, "and just as recently realised I carry the Attuned gift within me." I hope to inform her purely because I have not yet learned the ways of speech without words while my human form dominates.
"It's been a steep learning curve," I say with a soft laugh, looking back up from the vegetables to her, gratitude evident. "Thanks, by the way," I offer a hand for her to shake in greeting.
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