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Matt summoned a staff to his hand, ancient and imbued with magic older than himself, offering Saima his other hand.
“Do not wander far.” He warned, of the style of travel, and of the places they’d go to. He did not know what may happen, and wanted this to be as seamless as possible. No losing his lover. “Stay close.”
Saima accepted Matt’s other hand, all too willing to stay close to him in this adventure.
“I will stay as close as I can to you.“ They knew the importance of staying close to that one was traveling with – especially for what had to be the first time. And so they prepped themselves to move as seamlessly through existence alongside Matt.
“I know he will be.” Muses the proud mother as she admires the picture. Rosemary has known that she is pregnant for the past few months but the ultrasound just made things much more real. “You know, he is already kicking! I can hardly believe it.”
Saima couldn’t help but smile a bit, glad to hear that Rosemary was so proud of the upcoming child already. “Wow, seems like a quite progression – already making himself known to you, how exciting.”
“It’s my motherfucking birthday, biiiiiiiiiitch. I’m…”
“…
Negative eleven years old, technically…”
“…Well, happy birthday nonetheless Phi. Still an occasion to celebrate or uh at least enjoy yourself a bit.” While this whole being negative eleven thing was a bit new, Saima figured it probably had something to do with different timelines and whatnot.
It doesn’t even feel too cold, just refreshing as water slides down the nape of his neck and starts to soak the thin shirt he’s wearing. Even the odd feeling of wet clothes against one’s skin doesn’t bother him in the slightest, the snake simply blinking up at the falling drops with a slight smile.
“Humansss are easssily entertained and impressssed.” He retorts, not to be rude or put down Saima’s opinion but simply stating a very obvious fact. “They wish to have much power but are not resssponsssible enough to handle sssuch giftsss.”
Saima hums for a bit, relishing in the feel of the water. None of it seems to throw them off in any meaningful way. Such is the benefits of being able to control how the water shows up on you.
They laugh a bit at Ayumu’s comment although it is very true. “You’re totally right in saying that. It’d take a few generations of them to even potentially handle a small bit of power. And watching that would be a wild process.”
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