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---right?

[If the tone is any indication, that one word wasn’t directed at anyone---it was the sort of mutter manuals muffle. What follows is livelier, as the young woman speaking seems hopeful.]

Right. I don’t want to be a bother, but I was wondering if there’s anyone available to give the ten-cent tour…. and if there’s anyone who would want to. Since ah, I’m not the only new arrival, and there’s sort of a lot to see, I figured I’d ask. If you’re new too, okay, awesome, we can explore together. If you’re not new and you want to show off your stomping grounds, I’ll ooh and ahh appreciatively. Promise. And I’ll owe you one.

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[At the very least, it'll leave her sense of scale shot.]

[There's some surprise at the offer, but it's short-lived, being almost immediately eclipsed by delight. The overall situation leaves a lot to be desired---like the long list of odd odds and ends she needs to try to write home---but this is alright. More than alright; this is kind of awesome.]

Okay! That'd be great.

[She starts readily (alright, at 'okay') for his hand, limping slightly but showing no sign of discomfort. Unwilling to trust her balance, she'll just sit on his palm; it's certainly spacious enough.]

Thank you.

[knight_light]

[Wing lifted her gently up to his chest, his other hand cupping over her lap to help keep her in place.] Comfortable?

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[TOP OF THE WORLD, MA!]

Just peachy.

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[He chuckles and nods.] Then let the tour begin. This is part of the central section of the city. The city is known as Haven, and that large structure there is The Hub. You'll be able to find a lot of what you'll need to live there. Organic fuels, apartments, some supplies. The rest of the supplies are in that building there, The Warehouse.

[And he'll start walking, pointing things out and pausing for her to ask questions.]

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Mm.

[It's enough to cautiously consider 'promising,' though there are an awful lot of unknowns between being here almost empty-handed, and ready for a ritual.]

Where are the supplies from? If what I'm expecting is under that umbrella of 'organic fuels,' there's got to be some grow space somewhere?

[knight_light]

Depends on the supplies really. From what I understand the items in the Warehouse are brought through the Miasma, much as we were, and organic fuels are grown or raised in the...Southwest Sector.

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Good to know.

[She'll lean back a little, to look up at Wing as well as she can.]

Could you tell me some more about this Southwest Sector?

[If there was ever a time to get literal lemons from life, it is now.]

[knight_light]

[Wing smiles down at her.]

[He shrugs.] Large farm out there, fields, orchards. Worked by a mix of drones and volunteers from the city looking for a way to help the city and pass the day. I can take you out that way if you'd like.

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If you wouldn't mind, I'd like that very much.

[knight_light]

I'd be happy to. [He'll actually head for the nearest Gateway, and will show her how to use it as he gets it set to take them to the correct Sector. Stepping through thr swirling blue energies they'll find themselves looking over the farm from what seems like a loading dock.] Here we are.

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[At first glance, the Gateway inspires some substantial misgivings. It isn't that she expects the mechanism might malfunction, or has Clavell's infamous Fly to consider, but the way Star Trek teleporters supposedly work has always seemed suspicious. At second glance---and through Wing's explanation---it seems safer; function is the sole similarity.]

[Once they've arrived, Sam casts an appraising eye over the property.]

...quite the operation arranged out here.

[knight_light]

Sure looks that way. See an area you'd like to visit first?

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I can see a couple of areas I'd like to visit first, but being able to choose only one? I'd like a look at the livestock, and to talk to whoever's in charge of it.

[Here it is; the day she's prioritizing poultry.]

[knight_light]

[He looks around and spots the right area, and heads that way.] Excuse me. [addressing a worker nearby.] Could you tell us who's in charge here?

[The man gives them a nod and a smile.] That'd be Guardian Irja. She should be just inside there. [He waves at the building behind them, the one by the Gateway.]

Thank you. [Wing looks back at Sam. She want to continue onto see livestock or did she want to go find this Guardian?

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Thank you!

[It's a little weird to call down from the height of a hand, but whatever---right now, there's nothing which isn't a little weird.]

[Sam shrugs up at the bot, smiling.]

What d'you say we meet this lady?

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[Wing nods and will turn to head inside. It'll take asking again where Guardian Irja is, but they'll eventually be directed to a tiny fairy.]

Hello. Are you Irja?

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[The little living orchid flits up level with Sam, splitting a big grin between the two.] Sure am, sweetie. What can I do for you?

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[After the variety of beings she's already spoken with, Sam isn't shocked to see a fairy---but she is surprised. Irja's adorable, and there's one word for her aura: sunshiny. Fairies are frequently said to be something to be wary of, but Sam's got a good feeling about this one. Given the attitudes of the people they've talked to in tracking Irja down, it seems safe to trust it.]

Well.. I'm sorry to trouble you, but I've got a sort of strange request. Would you happen to have a mute rooster or ah, any regular roasters on the property?

[knight_light]

[Wing is a little surprised, and canmt help leaning a little closer. She's so small!]

[His next surprise is what Sam is asking for. He give her a curious look.]

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[She laughs] You sure are specific on what you want. I think I can help you out there.

What do you need this for?

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[Wing's lean isn't alarming, but it is enough to have Sam appreciate his steadying hand over her lap. She hold her own hands up at Irja's laughter, smiling herself.]

I'm not normally this exacting, and I don't need or want the whole bird, just a fair-sized feather. It's to try and write home with. There's a-uh, ritual which might let me manage.

[It's strange to say it out loud, and to only-acquaintances, but hell. One of them's a little farming fairy, and the other's a knight now known to make nice with dragons. Surely, her minor magics won't be too big a deal.]

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[Wing just looks amused as he listens to all of this. A way to write home huh? He hopes it works.]

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Oh, I can help you get what you need. I...don't think you'll be a le to write home though.

Good luck, let me know if it does work, okay?

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[Sam nods, though her face falls at Irja's admission. That, maybe, she should have expected---she had said herself it was iffy---but it's disheartening to have the 50-50 odds of 'ENTIRELY UNKNOWN' shift away from the even split and further from favour.]

I need to at least try. What kind of kid or friend would I be if I didn't? [There's a slight bob of both shoulders, and she manages a crooked little smile.] I also need a horseshoe, if you'd happen to have some spares. Iron?

[It's supposed to be problematic for fairies, but how accurate is that? No-one knows!]

[Well.]

[Except Irja.]

[knight_light]

[He...he hoped it worked... He had some people he'd love to contact if this worked...]