Enamored as he is of forests and verdant woodland, Aymeric has saved the trip to the Sea of Tranquility for last. Almost as soon as he gets off the train, he sees the bustling city, perched in the canopy of the dense forest, and feels that he was right to do so. After that, it’s a simple matter finding a shop that will sell him all sorts of goods for outdoor activities. (Money, it seems, is no issue.) When he mentions, half in jest, that he might simply lie in a hammock for the rest of the afternoon, the kindly brown bear behind the counter offers him a hammock.
Seeing no reason to do anything else (since his time here is seemingly limitless, and undemanding besides), Aymeric decides to set up the hammock. He chooses a spot at the edge of the city, where the treeline thins into a grassy meadow.
He lies there, hammock swaying in the breeze, for what feels like several peaceful hours. According to the clock on his holophone, it’s more like forty minutes. Can he not relax, even here?
Frustrated, he decides to finish the task he’d started on his first day on the Ark: figuring out the holophone. That, at least, proves easier in the sunlit meadow than in his dark, windowless bedroom in the Palilicium. He scrolls through a few applications to learn what they’re for— most of them seem to be for communication.
After a while, Aymeric discovers the resident list. He scrolls through it absently, noting here and there the residents that he’s met, which ones share his suite, and so on. He discovers how to view their profiles. (He discovers his own profile, which he immediately closes and does not look at again.) He recognizes a few names and is still trying to decide whether to contact them or to summarily avoid them when he scrolls past his own name, and then the name Estinien Wyrmblood. He nearly falls out of the hammock.
Aymeric doubts very much that Estinien has explored his own holophone at all, and he has no desire to ambush him with a call as if it were a linkpearl. There’s an equally large chance that Estinien doesn’t carry the thing with him at all. What then— a letter, perhaps? But— Aymeric’s heart aches, which embarrasses him a little. Of course a letter is out of the question: it will take him ages to write, and Estinien has never been a great answerer of letters, if he ever gets it in the first place. And there is a small part of him that wants to see him as soon as possible— right now, in fact. He considers the holophone in his hand.
[msg] I would love to see you
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