[CLOSED] a little help from my friends

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WHO: Himeka, Thancred, Urianger, & G'raha
WHAT: Impromptu Namesday celebration with old friends
WHEN: February 9th-ish
WHERE: Horizon
WARNINGS: None right now

[ With new Summoned in Solvunn, Himeka feels her attentions are most needed...well, in the commune proper. As difficult as it can be to admit feeling the sense of excitement, she does feel it. The Summoned are something of their own community, both within their nation's borders and without. And while she doesn't wish the sudden capture on anyone, she can't deny that she's forged strong bonds with those around her. People she'll miss ere the hour of their departure draws near.

That doesn't mean she negates her duties in Horizon, of course. "Duties" in the loosest sense. There is an ever-present gaggle of dragonets that like to cause trouble (she made them that way) and moogle sentinels who also tend to cause trouble (she also made them that way, to their true nature). Despite the changing diorama of scenery inside her bubble, they are always around. And with the arrival of another Scion, she's elected to switch up the landscape a bit to that of the lavender and lilac of Lakeland. Pretty pastel trees and fields all the way down to the water's edge. It's the perfect place for a picnic.

Or for dragonets to play tag, as is their wont. But she isn't there long until one of the moogles toots a horn, shouting about "victors, kupo!" ]

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[ A little over a week into the second moon after the new year. Yes, this seems to be the correct date as far as Thancred can tell, and Urianger more or less confirms it. He keeps far closer track of the passing of days as an astrologian.

The question becomes whether or not Himeka herself realizes that her nameday has arrived. Thancred would not take a bet either way — the chances seem about fifty-fifty, to him. Nonetheless, he doesn't think she'll make much of the casual message he sent asking if they could meet in the Horizon. She's already met with G'raha in Nocwich this past weekend, so while his presence won't be a surprise, exactly, she may not expect the three of them to show up like this.

Himeka's domain has undergone a bit of a redecoration, with the purple trees of Lakeland dotted around, and there is something rather nostalgic in it. Moreso for G'raha than the rest of them, he's certain. Thancred glances back at their newest arrived member as they walk up on the domain, his lips curling into a smile. ]

As you can now see, the Horizon will shift around according to our whims. This might be a good time to practice with some creations of your own.

[ He spots Himeka in the distance, surrounded by dragonets and Moogles as per usual. He lifts an arm up and calls out a greeting, flanked by the other two Scions. ]

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[ He hadn't needed Urianger's help to remember Himeka's nameday. He chalks it up to 100 years of memorizing star patterns and moon cycles, and if one believes that, then there's beach side property in Thanalan for sale as well. All aside, G'raha is well aware of what day it is, more or less, has been counting them in general since his arrival to Thorne. When Thancred's message arrives, he's caught momentarily off guard, though his mind supplies him with the info he needs.

And it's why he found himself in the Thorne markets, nervously perusing the stalls, finally settling on a large bouquet of beautiful and bright pink and red flowers — to match her hair, of course. It's large enough that he has to hold it in both arms as the three of them enter Himeka's Horizon, and he stops short in his tracks as he realizes where they are (though the dragonets and moogles are new). There's a dull ache in his heart — how is Lyna? The people of the Crystarium? Surely they're faring well, surely they hardly think of him at all, anymore, dead as he is to them) — and almost on cue, at his ankle, pops up a small automaton of, well.

Him.

Him as the Crystal Exarch, to be exact.

The automaton runs forth, stopping to stare at the picnic, and G'raha sighs, cradling the flowers as he reaches up to scratch at his forehead. ]

I see. Even inadvertent whims, it seems.

[soothsighs]

( Lakeland.

A soft smile touches Urianger's lips as they move through the trees towards heir designated picnic spot, allowing himself a moment to simply soak up Himeka's memory of the place. The First is dear to him in many ways: it's where he made his very first attempts to outwardly be himself, and it's where he first bean to understand his skills as a mediating presence between his companions and ... more curious beings. Most importantly, however, the first is where he met Ryne, and for that it will ever hold a tender spot in his heart.

Picnic basket resting at the crook of his arm, Urianger glances down towards the bemused Miqo'te before offering a quiet chuckle. )

Thou shalt find thyself growing used to the whimsy of the Horizon ere long, I assure thee.

( He says to G'raha, placing a hand against the other man's shoulder in a friendly gesture. )

Mayhap it shall even become a place of comfort for thee.

( As it has for him — although he keeps that much to himself. This isn't a day fore remeniscing over the heaviness in their hearts, it's a day to celebrate Himeka, and he lifts the hand from G'raha's shoulder to raise a hand in greeting as they approach their Warrior of Light. He is respectfully not mentioning the huge bouquet of flowers that must be threatening G'raha's centre of gravity — there's still time for him to topple — but instead flits a knowing look towards Thancred as a tiny curl touches the corners of his lips. )

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[ If the moogles hadn't alerted her to guests, the dragonets surely wouldn't have been far behind, ever curious as they tend to be with anyone and everyone who passes into the bubble of her domain. She may have been a little too spot-on with their boundless energy, somewhat disconcerting appraisals of the children of man, and tendency to be overly nosey. But she wouldn't have them any other way.

As such when she turns to wave to the group of her friends--nay, family that make their way over to the makeshift lake's edge, they immediately stop playing to see who has decided to visit. ]

Oh! Oh! It's Thancred and Urianger.

Do they have presents for us?

Who is the other one? They have a gift!

[ There are definitely three dragonets bounding over to "welcome" the Scions.

Himeka stands to follow them, offering a wave in turn, making absolutely no effort to save them from the immanent scaly exuberance. ]

I hope that your journey across Horizon wasn't too arduous.

[ She hasn't had the chance to gift G'raha the same mini-aetherytes she's afforded the other Scions, allowing them to port to the center crystal of her domain at any time, no matter where it may settle. And speaking of G'raha, she's about to comment on the bouquet of flowers the moment the dragonets do, but she is a little distracted... ]

Ah! A mammet!

[ She's scooping that up right away, thank you. Probably best before the dragonets or the moogles get to it. ]