#mimida

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💫💫 For mim hehe

Mim cauterized the stitches on his mouth himself using a spell sigil. He knows some ritual magic from watching Tythus!

Mim used to play his flute in accompaniment with his lusus who lived on the grounds of the Church.

would u like some fun facts <:) ?

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me w mim like hes a rabbit. hes a lamb. hes a crow. hes a mockingbird

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she seems nice mim, did you spend more time with her? seems like she really did like you! Where is that one now?

"gone"

Just like the rest of them!

He picks back up his book and flips to where he left off.

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Oh? it's more difficult to tell about the one after? can you show us a memory of them?

He rolls his tongue around in his mouth.

He doesn't really want to do that.

Well, there was that one he showed before. He can probably do that again, to get you off his back.

He blinks. The screen flashes on and the familiar scene appears.

"--made it while you were busy in the archives yesterday! It's honeysuckle and lilac, hints of cashmere wood, some pear leaves and, uhm... there's a couple other things, too. Here, I wrote them all on the label."

The troll turns the bottle in her hand to show Mim the label, then passes it into his hand. He holds the label open and scans the rest of the ingredients, then brings it up to his face to smell. When he looks up, shes smiling at him warmly and excitedly.

"Do you li-"

The screen drops.

Mimida pinches the bridge of his nose.

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What about the one after cygnus? did you interact with them?

He nods, not looking up from his book.

He knows you'd like him to answer like he did before.

That's a little harder, with this one.

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who were they? the, one right before cygnus, were they nice to you? or you didn't interact with them?

"Tucana... ...Corvus."

"...they were all… …polite… …with me…"

"Corvus… …was… …quieter… Tucana… louder…"

A scene cuts into view. You look up at a large troll working away within some scaffolding. The structure around him wrecked, though not by age. The figure turns away from his work and waves. A small hand waves back.

It roughly cuts to a view of a woman laughing as she places a book back on a shelf. The audio is jittery. Mimida hands her another book from the cart in front of him. She looks at it then turns it in her hand.

You hear her voice.

"Thiiiiis one doesn't go here, actually. I know, it looks like it does, that's my bad, b-"

The screen drops. Mimida shrugs.

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How were they? i mean they were trolls can you give us more information than just fingers?

He sighs and closes his book again.

Its arduous for him to assemble these sentences! Perfect memory aside. However, it is also his job.

"…what do… ...you want to know…"

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Did you meet the other three mim?

He holds up two fingers.

He never met Aquila.