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🎈Do you remember the start of your life? How long ago was it?

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  “You know – this is a real curious question because I honestly feel like I might have 2 starts of life. There’s start of life from the very beginning of my existence and the start of life on this area of the Earth. 

As for the latter, I do remember coming into form and taking on a physical presence a few thousand years ago. I came to presence alone in a forest, near a bog and was alone there for a while. 

In terms of my very, very beginnings in my home dimension I guess… I remember it but I couldn’t tell you for the life of me how long ago it was. It had to be maybe another couple thousand before I came to Earth. So…there’s that.”

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📗What is one of the most valuable things you’ve learned?

   “I think one of the most valuable things I’ve learned is that there are multiple ways to be of service to someone. And you don’t have to fit into what others are doing to be beneficial to those around you. It’s something that I’ve encountered off and on over the years but only recently has it sunk it to me truly about how accurate that is. ”

⏳Do you ever wish you had a mortal lifespan?

“Sometimes I do. But honestly? I feel like even being around as long as I have been, I definitely still have a lot more flexibility with how I go about existence than others I know. And so that frees me from whatever temptation towards a mortal lifespan that I might have had.“

EXCUSE THE COLD HANDS.

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   Surprise. And yet, not really. Somehow Death’s cold hands are especially fitting. But they knew better to mention anything of that sort of nature. Too obvious a reply. “It’s fine really. Nothing to be excused for – at least not in this case.” Maybe to someone who hadn’t expected such a shiver down their spine – that excusing might be more necessary. But here, it was simply unneeded, though appreciated. 

It’s a book of Slavic mythology she’s got wrapped up and strung with a beautiful red and gold bow tie. She hands it to them, throws her arms over their shoulder to squeeze them in a tight bear hug. “Happy holidays, dearest Saima. Virote told me to get you one on Greek mythology, but I told him you’ve probably got a lot on that already. Take care, okay? You are a beautiful blessing in my life. “

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   They are pleasantly taken aback by the gift, even more so by the hug. Which why eagerly return in a dear embrace. “Happy Holidays to you as well Stella. Hah, you were right about me having plenty of books on Greek tales, so this is an especially appreciated change. I’ll definitely take care – you are a wonderful presence in my life too. ”

He presents a red tin wrapped with a golden bow, a smile painting his features as he offers it to Saima. There’s a rather pleasant smell to it, the goods obviously freshly baked. ❝They’re chocolate chip cookies, made ’em myself with the best chocolate chips I could find. I also threw in a couple of cranberry-orange cookies. I hope you like them? Happy Holidays, Saima. The gingerbread is great, by the way. My sister kept trying to steal it, actually.❞

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What a lovely surprise. Saima can’t help but smile gratefully as they accept the tin, the smell already getting their attention. “Chocolate chip cookies, homemade? How wonderful – especially with the cranberry-orange. I am so thankful for this.”

“Happy Holidays, Virote.“ They couldn’t help but laugh at the mention of his sister trying to steal the gingerbread. “I’m so glad that you liked the bread. Thank goodness, you managed to eat some before your sister got to it eh?“

It’s Christmas and though Lilli is in New York, she hasn’t forgotten about one of her dearest friends. For Saima, she sewed a new suit of an icy gray wool and silk blend. She thought the color would look enchanting with their hair and eyes. The cut of the suit was a mix of feminine and masculine, with straight legged trousers but a jacket with a subtle, fitted peplum that would make their waist look divine. The suit came with a Christmas card and a promise to visit for a fitting, later.

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A package, they hadn’t really expected anything of the sort. But as soon as they saw it was from Lilli, Saima knew that they were in for a real treat. Opening the box, they found a new suit and honestly – were choked up. The fact that Lilli would make such an outfit for them said so much about her and they were truly moved. 

As soon as Lilli returned, Saima would have to give their thanks in person – for no ordinary letter would do. They would spend time happily in wonder, looking over the details of the suit and likely were going to try it on at some point – once the reality of this set in.

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It’s kind of strange how the fire makes you feel huh?

Many times they have seen those accused burn. A few times they would have burned themselves if not for evading capture at the exact right moment. One time they have actually burned. 

At the stake, accused of witchcraft, guilty of so much more. Bright eyes stared out at the accusers who stared them down. If Saima had taken any reasonable escape action, it would have only served to proved the point of how ‘demonic’ they were. But would the sight of them burning provide any more satisfaction?

If anything, the feeling of the flames was…comforting. It sent them back into another time, another place. Another world even – one before this one. One that had trickled down to this world through stories. And yet here were their people burning them for bringing some of this old faith with them. Such was the cost of the new faith spreading on the land and the fears that likely came with it.

The fire grew higher and higher while Saima could only close their eyes and think. They let the fire swallow them whole, it was then and only then could they escape before everyone’s eyes without attracting notice. If it took looking like a sacrifice, a prisoner for the ages – so be it. They were always skilled at playing to the situation when it suited them. 

The warmth cradled them and somehow only brought them more strength, more ability to survive. It was certainly contrary to the purpose of these burnings but who would be the wiser for it? It would be a secret that Saima would carry after this period was over. After all, they would be the only one to make it way, way into the future when all of this would only be history. 

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What haunts you? 

There are so many answers to that question, Saima doesn’t know where to start. But let’s give an example, let’s set the scene. 

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They are among the people, there is a massive battle against the invaders coming upon their land. If nothing else, they wanted to be a supportive force. After all, many had prayed and sacrificed in the hopes of receiving some help. And the least that they could do was make their presence known, give them comfort in the midst of such stressful times. 

There had been a chance of victory. A chance that maybe, just maybe that they would drive out these invaders. That the course of history wouldn’t turn in a way that would ultimately cause the people to suffer so much more than they’d ever deserved. 

And yet, while the fighting was fierce and Saima found themselves cutting down many of the invaders, using what they had to dispatch and disarm as many as they could – something comes down from the sky. It is that sight that makes their stomach ring hollow. A white and red cross flag.

 What is that? Why is it falling? They know not the source of this cloth, but something about it – it rings with a significance that their people know not yet. But Saima somehow knows. 

This is an omen, and not for the better. 

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Have you ever wanted to be someone’s muse?

A question that had drawn Saima’s attention back in the day. They had gone by other names, much different from the one they sport today. But they remember, quite clearly the way that authors and artists and quietly picked up on something within them. Something that had stirred the spirits of so many that the deity had passed by in their everyday interactions.

A question that had been posed to them many times. Leading them to the drawing rooms, the studios of creators. Leading them to the bookstores, the places where the intellectuals talked, trying to recall the stories of times long lost. In these moments, Saima would speak – happily giving details to the creations that were made. Of course many would say these tales were constructed but with someone like Saima present, there would always be a hidden truth, a secret belief to the magic of such stories.

It was in these days that people would draw near. To be a muse, to be a source of inspiration for these creatives satisfied Saima deeply. In a time period where people were trying to determine their national sense of self, where people were…awakening so to speak, it seemed to be the best possible option for them. To be in the presence of all these people, some of which Saima had quietly loved, doted on in their own otherworldly ways. 

They still think back to those salons, the drawing rooms in which so much was made. They remember fondly those that had helped create traditions of literature, of story-telling. There is a reason that Saima had always been fond of the creative types. And this time period would certainly be one of them.

★: Our characters will decorate the Christmas tree // with Ayumu!

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It had only taken a single question from Ayumu. Wondering about what was the big deal about the tree decorating in the first place. Saima figured it was easier to show him than to try and explain.

And so Saima had found a place where the two of them could do some Christmas tree decorating and brought some more natural additions for the tree. It was a little chilly out but perfect weather for adding to the somewhat decorated tree already. “This is one of the oldest trees around actually, it’s a nice little thing to spent time with people and make it look quite festive.” Although it was likely that Ayumu might not see the appeal of doing so, it was at least a fun activity in the winter time.