[ He nods! That's fair. And if it'll make it easier on Mika, then that's even better.
Tatara seems calm on this bench, coffee between the pretzel of his legs. If he is worried, it doesn't really show in his body language. Maybe he just tends to do things instead of thinking about them. ]
Kind of.
[ His finger taps the ceramic in brief thought. ]
I don't know if there's a way we could keep a piece of Day here, or bind a part of him here somehow. Or maybe think of a way for him to bring a piece of these stars with him when he goes home. Something like that, where his own stars don't have full domain over him.
[ He tilts his head, studying Ginger. ]
But you're an Eastern wizard, so you're probably better at that kind of magic than anyone else might be. What sounds right to you?
[ His mouth twists as he shrugs. Better at magic? Hardly. But - he breathes through his teeth, set in determination. It’s really about time he stops tripping over all the pieces of him.
They… might not fit perfectly, these mismatched things, but they fit him. Perhaps that’s why his eye hasn’t healed. Perhaps… it doesn’t need to. ]
Memories - are the issue here. [ A slow murmur as he puts together the pieces. He takes out a small bottle; in it, a dandelion wish. If a wish can be bottled, why not a memory? ] What if Day leaves a memory here? What if - we bind that?
A memory that he’s made here - that already belongs in this world. Maybe under the night sky when the stars are at its strongest.
[ He’s just thinking out loud at this point. ]
We’d have to make it so we’re not… extracting… the memory, but duplicating it, so he still remembers.
[ Keep the dots still connected, so to speak. ]
He and I seem to have some sort of bond - so… maybe you’re right and my magic would work best for this. Oh - and I think… he should reclaim his original identity.
[ Hmm... Tatara thinks. That sounds reasonable, theoretical, but he isn't a hundred percent sure how to do that. He isn't a wizard, after all. But if that's where Ginger's head is going, he'll follow. He nods.
Ginger's head goes in a slightly different direction, though, and he tilts his head. ]
Original identity? Oh— [ Flashes of things Day have told him go through his mind. ] Like...before he was Chosen?
[ Oh, oops - he forgot that wasn't public information, and he makes a face at himself for that. It's... probably... okay... since it's Tatara - and both Day and Ginger trust him to some extent. ]
Yeah... Though, I guess, it doesn't have to be his original - just... whatever he wants to claim and keep. Whoever he feels he is now.
[ It's okay, Tatara has gotten bits and pieces. That's enough, really, and he won't push the issue.
He nods. ]
That's probably the most important thing, I think. [ He sips his coffee. Mm. ] Whatever he wants to keep and leave with you—us, that should be what's captured.
[ He smiles. ]
I think this is the start of a good idea. I think it'll work out, especially with you helping him.
[ While he has faith in Ginger and Day, it would be nice to know the kind of conclusion they both come to. Not that he's really the arbiter of what will and won't work. ]
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Tatara seems calm on this bench, coffee between the pretzel of his legs. If he is worried, it doesn't really show in his body language. Maybe he just tends to do things instead of thinking about them. ]
Kind of.
[ His finger taps the ceramic in brief thought. ]
I don't know if there's a way we could keep a piece of Day here, or bind a part of him here somehow. Or maybe think of a way for him to bring a piece of these stars with him when he goes home. Something like that, where his own stars don't have full domain over him.
[ He tilts his head, studying Ginger. ]
But you're an Eastern wizard, so you're probably better at that kind of magic than anyone else might be. What sounds right to you?
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They… might not fit perfectly, these mismatched things, but they fit him. Perhaps that’s why his eye hasn’t healed. Perhaps… it doesn’t need to. ]
Memories - are the issue here. [ A slow murmur as he puts together the pieces. He takes out a small bottle; in it, a dandelion wish. If a wish can be bottled, why not a memory? ] What if Day leaves a memory here? What if - we bind that?
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Hmm, that could work. I recorded him while we talked, but Day mentioned that fate in general has a way of erasing record of him after the fact.
[ He twists his mouth briefly to think, lifting his coffee cup again. ]
What sort of memory did you have in mind?
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[ He’s just thinking out loud at this point. ]
We’d have to make it so we’re not… extracting… the memory, but duplicating it, so he still remembers.
[ Keep the dots still connected, so to speak. ]
He and I seem to have some sort of bond - so… maybe you’re right and my magic would work best for this. Oh - and I think… he should reclaim his original identity.
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Ginger's head goes in a slightly different direction, though, and he tilts his head. ]
Original identity? Oh— [ Flashes of things Day have told him go through his mind. ] Like...before he was Chosen?
[ He remembers something like that... ]
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Yeah... Though, I guess, it doesn't have to be his original - just... whatever he wants to claim and keep. Whoever he feels he is now.
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He nods. ]
That's probably the most important thing, I think. [ He sips his coffee. Mm. ] Whatever he wants to keep and leave with you—us, that should be what's captured.
[ He smiles. ]
I think this is the start of a good idea. I think it'll work out, especially with you helping him.
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[ God, he hopes so. Now he has to go tell the boyfriend, oops. ]
I’ll update you once I figure out the magic part.
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[ While he has faith in Ginger and Day, it would be nice to know the kind of conclusion they both come to. Not that he's really the arbiter of what will and won't work. ]
And thank you for the coffee, too. It's good.