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Heyo, how's it going?
"Oh!" She seems to startle for a second... Had she been dozing off? "Hello! It's good to see another faceless again, it's been quite some time. I'm doing fine, thank you for asking! Simply... resting... to pass the time."
“And it is an honor to have you, truly. Here, why dont you come sit with me? Allow you some time to take in the view, hm?“ She chimed, motioning to a a bench and a few stools all cushioned with fine, colorful silk. “Maybe after some of the weavers may get a word or two with you.“
Allowing Monomon and herself to get settled, curious weavers were gathering back around while some of the shier of them peeked from behind their looms or spools. The closer of them could be heard whispering of Monomon, and unsurprisingly, the craft of her wardrobe.
Herrah tried to hold back, a hand raised up to her mask and all, but she couldn’t help but chuckle at the weavers. “Monomon, you wouldn’t mind telling our small audience a bit of yourself would you?”
Monomon settled gradually on the pillows, briefly distracted by their soft texture. Idly, she found herself simply touching it as she heard the weavers and Herrah. For a moment, she seemed to stumble over her words, unsure of what just to say. "Well- I, uh-" she paused for a moment, looking to the side and ending up looking at Herrah. The attention was something she truly should have been used to, being a teacher and being used to giving lectures. But, this new excited audience a focus on her made it much more difficult. "I-I'm afraid I don't know what to say..." She murmured to Herrah, a little flustered at the whole thing, going just by her voice.
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She straightens up immediately with the contact, so thrown off in fact to draw a complete blank and space out. “I…yes! Yes I’m-, I’m fine! Of course!”
Dear the Ancient Beasts this is absolutely embarassing
Her face felt like fire. Never before had she been thankful for the Dreamer’s mask to conceal her face.
Placing her own hand over Monomon’s as to reassure her, she froze momentarily again. Never did she expect Monomon’s hands to be that soft…
“I’m just fine, really! Here, Weaver’s Den is right over there. As long as I don’t somehow fall out of Deepnest we should make it.“
“Please let humor be a good cover,” she begged in silence.
Monomon tries, at the moment, not to get lost in the returned touch. She takes in as much as she can though, before studdering out, “A-ah, then, I do suppose we should complete our trip? That- that is, if you’d like?” She takes a brief instant to simply… hold Herrah’s hand, becoming even more thankful for her mask by the moment. She draws back after an instant, though, not wanting it to become awkward of all things.
Dear wyrm, help her, for she was in deep, wasn’t she?
Concern crossed Herrah’s mind for a moment, hoping the contact meant to reassure didnt come off badly. She’d shrunk away so fast did she…hate it? No, no she most lilely didn’t want to hold them up anymore. At least, Herrah used that as a source of comfort.
Retaking lead for a moment, Herrah motioned the other through the intricately carved walkway, where, at the end, expanded into a large cavern filled wall to wall, floor to ceiling, with looms and spools filled with colorful threads and metallic wires. As soon as they entered the weavers, each adorned with vibrant clothing of their own creation, came rushing over to greet their queen and the unfamiliar visiter.
They might not have personally met Monomon, but they certainly knew of her.
Immediately after greetings began the questions; what fog canyon was like, what kind of reseach she does, what’s her archive like, where’s her assistant, who made her attire, far more than can be taken in in a moment.
“Everyone please! One at a time!”,Herrah’s voice boomed over all of them, “Our Dear Teacher Monomon will be spending some time with us so there’s no reason to crowd! Please, be polite.”
And with that many of the weavers made some space, instead whispering among themselves excitedly.
“I hope you can excuse them,” she started, her voice half a laugh, “I told you they’d be happy to have a visiter such as yourself~.”
Monomon, for an instant, was a little overwhelmed once they entered. She found the room interesting, observing what she could before she was promptly surrounded. She tried to answer as many questions despite the chaos, almost reflexively falling into her teaching habits. The commanding voice of her fellow dreamer knocked her out of it, though, and she waved a hand at the apology. "All is fine, I can understand their questioning. Though... I'll admit, I didn't except this much a reception." She made a short laugh, raising a hand to her hidden mouth. After a moment, she seemed to look around. "What an interesting place, this. An honor to be here."
does it look a bit oversaturated? ;;w;; I might have got carried away…
She straightens up immediately with the contact, so thrown off in fact to draw a complete blank and space out. “I…yes! Yes I’m-, I’m fine! Of course!”
Dear the Ancient Beasts this is absolutely embarassing
Her face felt like fire. Never before had she been thankful for the Dreamer’s mask to conceal her face.
Placing her own hand over Monomon’s as to reassure her, she froze momentarily again. Never did she expect Monomon’s hands to be that soft…
“I’m just fine, really! Here, Weaver’s Den is right over there. As long as I don’t somehow fall out of Deepnest we should make it.“
“Please let humor be a good cover,” she begged in silence.
Monomon tries, at the moment, not to get lost in the returned touch. She takes in as much as she can though, before studdering out, "A-ah, then, I do suppose we should complete our trip? That- that is, if you'd like?" She takes a brief instant to simply... hold Herrah's hand, becoming even more thankful for her mask by the moment. She draws back after an instant, though, not wanting it to become awkward of all things.
Dear wyrm, help her, for she was in deep, wasn't she?
{Contiuned from Here!}
“Monomon, you act as though taking a moment away from the archives is detrimental to your health,” She sighed
“I’m sure there’s some research you can leave unattended as you gather data for another, espesially in such a seldom traveled place for you such as Deepnest. Allow your assisant to excercise some of his hard earned trust for once. Here, in fact, why dont you come walk with me while you’re here?” She questioned, the idea brightening up her gaze suddenly as she quickly came to stand.
“Come take a walk, explore, gather some new data, if nothing else at least relax a moment. I noticed you’ve been fidgeting since you got here.”
As soon as she was called out on it, Monomon stilled her hands. She stumbled on her words for a moment, before managing a response. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt… Could be nice, even.” It’s more a murmur to herself, but it’s audible enough. She moves to join Herrah, trying very hard not to read into anything just yet and go with it. It had been a while since she had done anything truly outside the archives…
“The kingdom won’t fall because you took a moments rest from your studies, I assure you~.” She spoke smoothly, her tone playful and friendly. She may not know the full complexity of the work Monomon does, but she rather her fellow Dreamer enjoy her rare visit rather than spend it fidgeting and second guessing herself.
Moving up alongside Monomon, she places her hand on the small of the other Dreamer’s back for a moment before moving away to take lead. “Why don’t you come with me and meet the Weavers? I’m sure they’d love a new model like you.”
Monomon took a brief moment to repress the soft squeak she wanted to make at the simple touch, before collecting herself and following beside Herrah, not quite certain on the way around yet. “I… suppose a break would do no harm. It’d be an honor if they’d allow.” Her last sentence was in response to visiting the Weavers, but her mind was still lost in the short touch she’d received. Was she really falling this bad? Yes. Very much so.
“Oh they’ll love you! An unfamilar face being an interesting woman such as yourself? Oh it’d make their day. It isn’t often they leave their den you know, they’re quite dedicated to their craft.”
The queen lead her fellow dreamer through a few of the Nest chambers, making sure to check now and then to be sure Monomon was still at her side. She had gone…so quiet, and seemed somewhat unfocused. Herrah hoped that wasn’t a bad thing, she didn’t wish to cause any problems for her dear teacher.
“O-oh! Thank you! It’ll be nice, then, I think.” Monomon seems to make an effort to talk more but comes up a little short with words. She was charmed, in complete honesty, but where her knowledge would come in normalcy, it failed. She didn’t want to worry her fellow dreamer, though, and tried a little to keep the conversation from becoming totally one-sided. “I’d be surprised if they weren’t excited to see you as well. You’ve got charm of your own that’d keep them going.”
“Oh, you think? That must be some charm to keep them happy with me around. Would you like to elaborate on what kind of charm that might be?“
A smile was side glanced at Monomon, just an add on to a tease. Of course, in choosing to shoot a look at the other Dreamer causes conflict with the intricate design of Deepnest, and she trips up a bit.
”-Watch your step here-! We’re just about to the weaver’s den-.“
She hoped that didnt look as bad as it felt.
Monomon is about to give a reply to the tease but stops once she sees Herrah trip. Without thinking, she has a hand on the other dreamer's shoulder, asking, "Are you okay? That looked like it hurt..." She was still flustered under her mask, especially now with contact again.
You seem to have been thinking about this subject quite a bit
Monomon makes a flustered noise. "I- It's... It's not an... uncommon... train of thought." She moves a hand under her mask, simply touching her face. "It'd be nice..."
'Sup. I've been thinking a lot about this, but on your visit, I think you should tell your crush.
Monomon freezes for an instant. "I... I don't think I could, anon. What if she declines regardless? I don't know how she'd act, a-and anyways! It's not like I could see her much what with my role and hers..." She seems to panic about it just a little, though her mask seems to be hiding a blush...
So, it’s a date then! Plan to get any flowers for the special “visit” to deepnest?
"Don't be so quick to make such assumptions, faceless one." Monomon tilts her head, as if considering it for a moment, before shaking her head. "No, its far too early for flowers, hm!"
What a pleasure to find you're alive and well, Teacher. By so many years passed, it would've been possible to even forget your look (@the-white-root)
"O-oh! My lady! A sight to see you again." Monomon hesitates, considering, before asking "How have you been?"
{Contiuned from Here!}
“Monomon, you act as though taking a moment away from the archives is detrimental to your health,” She sighed
“I’m sure there’s some research you can leave unattended as you gather data for another, espesially in such a seldom traveled place for you such as Deepnest. Allow your assisant to excercise some of his hard earned trust for once. Here, in fact, why dont you come walk with me while you’re here?” She questioned, the idea brightening up her gaze suddenly as she quickly came to stand.
“Come take a walk, explore, gather some new data, if nothing else at least relax a moment. I noticed you’ve been fidgeting since you got here.”
As soon as she was called out on it, Monomon stilled her hands. She stumbled on her words for a moment, before managing a response. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt… Could be nice, even.” It’s more a murmur to herself, but it’s audible enough. She moves to join Herrah, trying very hard not to read into anything just yet and go with it. It had been a while since she had done anything truly outside the archives…
“The kingdom won’t fall because you took a moments rest from your studies, I assure you~.” She spoke smoothly, her tone playful and friendly. She may not know the full complexity of the work Monomon does, but she rather her fellow Dreamer enjoy her rare visit rather than spend it fidgeting and second guessing herself.
Moving up alongside Monomon, she places her hand on the small of the other Dreamer’s back for a moment before moving away to take lead. “Why don’t you come with me and meet the Weavers? I’m sure they’d love a new model like you.”
Monomon took a brief moment to repress the soft squeak she wanted to make at the simple touch, before collecting herself and following beside Herrah, not quite certain on the way around yet. “I… suppose a break would do no harm. It’d be an honor if they’d allow.” Her last sentence was in response to visiting the Weavers, but her mind was still lost in the short touch she’d received. Was she really falling this bad? Yes. Very much so.
“Oh they’ll love you! An unfamilar face being an interesting woman such as yourself? Oh it’d make their day. It isn’t often they leave their den you know, they’re quite dedicated to their craft.”
The queen lead her fellow dreamer through a few of the Nest chambers, making sure to check now and then to be sure Monomon was still at her side. She had gone…so quiet, and seemed somewhat unfocused. Herrah hoped that wasn’t a bad thing, she didn’t wish to cause any problems for her dear teacher.
"O-oh! Thank you! It'll be nice, then, I think." Monomon seems to make an effort to talk more but comes up a little short with words. She was charmed, in complete honesty, but where her knowledge would come in normalcy, it failed. She didn't want to worry her fellow dreamer, though, and tried a little to keep the conversation from becoming totally one-sided. "I'd be surprised if they weren't excited to see you as well. You've got charm of your own that'd keep them going."
{Contiuned from Here!}
“Monomon, you act as though taking a moment away from the archives is detrimental to your health,” She sighed
“I’m sure there’s some research you can leave unattended as you gather data for another, espesially in such a seldom traveled place for you such as Deepnest. Allow your assisant to excercise some of his hard earned trust for once. Here, in fact, why dont you come walk with me while you’re here?” She questioned, the idea brightening up her gaze suddenly as she quickly came to stand.
“Come take a walk, explore, gather some new data, if nothing else at least relax a moment. I noticed you’ve been fidgeting since you got here.”
As soon as she was called out on it, Monomon stilled her hands. She stumbled on her words for a moment, before managing a response. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt… Could be nice, even.” It’s more a murmur to herself, but it’s audible enough. She moves to join Herrah, trying very hard not to read into anything just yet and go with it. It had been a while since she had done anything truly outside the archives…
“The kingdom won’t fall because you took a moments rest from your studies, I assure you~.” She spoke smoothly, her tone playful and friendly. She may not know the full complexity of the work Monomon does, but she rather her fellow Dreamer enjoy her rare visit rather than spend it fidgeting and second guessing herself.
Moving up alongside Monomon, she places her hand on the small of the other Dreamer’s back for a moment before moving away to take lead. “Why don’t you come with me and meet the Weavers? I’m sure they’d love a new model like you.”
Monomon took a brief moment to repress the soft squeak she wanted to make at the simple touch, before collecting herself and following beside Herrah, not quite certain on the way around yet. "I... suppose a break would do no harm. It'd be an honor if they'd allow." Her last sentence was in response to visiting the Weavers, but her mind was still lost in the short touch she'd received. Was she really falling this bad? Yes. Very much so.
Yep. She was talking about you earlier, and I think she also said she was attracted to you.
"O-oh!" Monomon seemed... Happy? It was hard to tell since she seemed to have put on her mask. She sounds happy at the least. "It's nice to know she feels the same..."
{Contiuned from Here!}
“Monomon, you act as though taking a moment away from the archives is detrimental to your health,” She sighed
“I’m sure there’s some research you can leave unattended as you gather data for another, espesially in such a seldom traveled place for you such as Deepnest. Allow your assisant to excercise some of his hard earned trust for once. Here, in fact, why dont you come walk with me while you’re here?” She questioned, the idea brightening up her gaze suddenly as she quickly came to stand.
“Come take a walk, explore, gather some new data, if nothing else at least relax a moment. I noticed you’ve been fidgeting since you got here.”
As soon as she was called out on it, Monomon stilled her hands. She stumbled on her words for a moment, before managing a response. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt... Could be nice, even." It's more a murmur to herself, but it's audible enough. She moves to join Herrah, trying very hard not to read into anything just yet and go with it. It had been a while since she had done anything truly outside the archives...
Yo, about your crush, I think she feels the same towards you.
Monomon pauses entirely. "You... You think so? I couldn't be sure..." She seems excited about it, but a little nervous.
By that, I mean, uhhh. . . . I'm not sure, but I feel as is you have a crush? *Slams lid shut and wheels self out of Archives.*
"Hm..." What a strange anon. "Are even the odd faceless picking up on it? Curious." She murmurs to herself, looking rather contemplative.
