nysalogs | c-c-c-catchall early meetings,

[ —oh, shit, right. manners. standing back from the door, he waves an arms vaguely towards the inside of his house. ]

Sorry, come in.

[In the face of the obvious alarm, Mipha simply clasps her hands in front of her and smiles understandingly. She's patient, waiting until his greeting to dip her head in a little nod of greeting in return] Good morning.

[She steps in past him and inside, automatically glancing around with interest, though she doubts the interior is much different from her own residence.]

I'm sorry if my appearance startled you. I understand it's a little strange at first, if one isn't used to seeing such things.

— No, no. Not at all. Just—

[ and he doesn't actually have an end to that sentence because yes, exactly as she's said, it is a little strange at first and her appearance has somewhat startled him and there really isn't any getting away from that when he'd forewarned her it was likely so. just. follow on into the tiny hovel of a building you are currently forced to call a house, yeah?

yeah. ]

We must seem a bit odd to you, too. Those of us who are - you know. Not. [ ... whatever it is that you are. ] Do you want anything to drink?

[His denial is met with a raised-eyebrow sort of expression (except she doesn't have eyebrows so like, eye...ridge...??) and quiet amusement. You, uh. You sure about that, John?

She giggles lightly] Really, it's quite alright. As I said yesterday, it's better to ask questions and foster better understanding. For example, you humans look quite similar to the Hylians where I'm from, though your ears are different.

[The offer of a drink has her hesitating lightly and she smiles sheepishly.] Water, please? [It just seems so cliche, especially coming from a fish...]

[ John nods out his assent, barely really registering the fish/water connection in the relief of it being absolutely for the best that she chose it: the only other things he has in is an already growing collection of local booze. he's off to the other side of the room where the "kitchen" lives to fetch her a drink as he continues on with, ]

Ears? [ ah yes, smalltalking with aliens about aliens to try and ease himself into the acceptance of aliens. classic. ]

[Mipha watches him with open interest, even if he's not doing anything terribly interesting. It's just nice to see people in their more-or-less natural habitat.]

Yes. The humans I've met so far have rounded ones, but Hylians have long, pointed ears. I've met a couple of people that are similar, but they tell me they're called 'elves.'

Oh. [ oh.

hm.

that, apparently, is all he's going to do with that information and conversational thread. is that because it successfully alerted him to the presence of elves here? yes. there is no safe space. anyway, it doesn't take him long to come back to her with an odd ceramic beaker full of water. the contents of this house are Strange, and he tries not to worry about it. ]

Here. Anything to eat? We've not got much in, but I'm sure I can dig up something.

Thank you very much. [She takes the drink and sips on it quietly, not making any comments on the weird beaker thing.]

No, thank you, I'm not hungry. I wouldn't want you to waste your food anyhow. I believe you said something about a wound I could take a look at?

[ oh good, thank you Mipha, moving us swiftly along to the point of this little meeting. somewhere between meeting a fishlady and trying through overzealous but underwhelming hosting to not seem like that's a difficult thing to adjust to, he'd let the original point slip from his to do list.

catching up, John nods. goes from try-hard fumbling host to quietly efficient, slipping out of one and into the other with the practised ease of habit as he reaches for the cuff of his jeanleg, rolls it up over his calf to display a dressing that he then peels back from over a healing wound.

the cut runs the length of his calf, relatively shallow but deep enough to have needed some stitching. it's healing, but with the slow and steady pace of nature - being only a few days old, and seeing how he'd gone straight from stitching it to aggressively doctoring for many many hours & walking across foreign terrain, it's still got a ways to go. ]

Caught it on a sharp edge of one of the pods on landing. [ added in case causation is useful knowledge in magical healing. ]

[Mipha sets her drink aside and waits patiently, leaning in when the wound is revealed.

There's a hum of acknowledgement at how he got it; though it doesn't particularly matter, it's always good to know.]

This won't hurt. And it doesn't look so bad... This shouldn't take longer than a couple of minutes. [She kneels down to be closer to it and holds her hands out in front of her. They begin to glow softly and soon bathe the area in another warm glow. Beneath her hands and the faint light, the skin begins to stitch itself back together and close up.]

There shouldn't be much scarring either, I don't think.

[ this is beyond his capacity to comprehend, really. the evidence of his eyes and his feeling dictates that she absolutely is healing over the wound that had been taking its own sweet natural time, but he's no frame of reference for healing happening this quickly. so there's a dumbstruck silence about him as the process goes on, watching that glow, frown deepening steadily until it eventually catches up with him that's he's been spoken to. probably a good ten seconds ago by the point he actually replies. ]

— thanks. Sorry, this...

[ this is - hm. yeah. the words escape him, most of his focus going into leaving his leg where it is and not instinctively recoiling from what he doesn't understand. ]

This is new and alien. [She finishes for him gently and she smiles reassuringly.]

It's alright, Mr. Watson. I understand. I wish I could offer more of an explanation, but even among my kind I'm the only one capable of doing this. My people would say I was blessed by the goddess.

[Mipha shrugs, a tad sheepish. It seems like too high of praise or something for her, personally. At length the glow dims and she pulls her hands away from the newly healed flesh.] There. Magic and the like don't exist where you're from, right? I wonder what dictates such a thing from world to world or planet to planet...

[ he's grateful for her straightforwardness, the ease with which she neatly narrates the difficulty he's having here. but her explanation is interesting too - unusual to the point of being unique, even where she comes from.

the fact that she hasn't got a clue what it is either's something of a comfort, in a strange way.

John takes a little moment to inspect her handiwork when she's done, running his fingers over skin that only minutes before had been weeks away from being this clean and is now fully healed, close to without blemish. ]

... No. We didn't have this, no. Or anything similar. [ finally rolling down his trouserleg... should probably focus on present company, it's not like his leg's going anywhere. ] Did have an awful lot of stories about it, though. Magic and the like.

[Mipha rests her hands on her lap and looks thoughtful]

It's strange, isn't it? I've heard similar things, and sometimes the stories of magic I hear match up with the real feats of magic I've seen in my home. It's interesting that what's fiction for you can be reality for another, don't you think?

I suppose one could get lost easily trying to decipher it all. [She laughs, a little sheepish.] I wonder if you could learn magic, though. Would you want to if this place could teach you something?

c-c-c-catchall early meetings,

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oh john...

how does one politely greet a fish lady princess while internally screaming

not externally screaming is a good start

excellent, nailing it

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I lost this to the barrage of my life and the depths of my inbox so many apologies askdljg

np!

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