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[text] but yes, I do enjoy some rice. what about it?
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“I wouldn’ know. I hardly know how t’ tell the difference.” Ivar shrugged his shoulders slowly, deciding to let his red eyes drift off to the side for now. “I can’t think of a reason I’d have been under water though.. nothing that would cause for much distress, yet peace, all at once.”
“Huh. I see.“ Thinking for a moment, Saima idly tapped their foot as if trying to see if anything sounded familiar or even recognizable about Ivar’s predicament. “Fair enough. Something that causes distress and yet peace all at once.. well if you can’t remember much from your childhood maybe it has something to do with that. It’s hard to say.“
“I don’ remember much of anythin’ before Waldo picked me up.” Ivar shrugged slightly as he again stroked a hand through his hair again. “..but they usually center around bein’ under water.”
“Being underwater you say? I can’t help but wonder if you’re having that many dreams about that – if that was an experience that you did have for a while at a time.” This was enough to make Saima think more about the issue of what Ivar had experienced.
“How do ya tell if a dream is jus’ a dream, or somethin’ from your childhood that ya forgot?” Ivar grunted, combing his fingers through his damp hair. He wasn’t sure how to tell the difference between the two, and it was frustrating to say the least.
“That’s hard to tell. Especially since a lot of forgotten images have come back to many though dreams. I guess it depends on the nature of the dream and what you do actually remember from your childhood.” Maybe the dream could fit into the narrative of what had happened in Ivar’s past but it was hard to tell just hearing about it.
“I’ll have t’ be careful of who I ask for then.” He allowed his arms to rest once again against his knees, sighing quietly to himself. He’d not ask them for such a favour either way.. He’d rather deal with this issue himself. “Wait– so does that mean Ber is fucking a god? Oh god, does HE know?” He couldn’t stop himself from laughing at that one.
Although Saima knew that Ivar was likely not going to take them up on the offer, it was no harm in at least offering it. But they were soon distracted by the question about Ber fucking a god, so to speak. Which just made them start laughing.
“Haha does he know? Good question. I mean I told him recently so he knows now. “ There was still too much entertainment value in that to pass up.
“True enough..” Ivar said as he adjusted to straighten his back some and stretch his arms out behind him. An audible crack signifying a sigh of content once his bones had popped. “Could ya smite some people for me then? Ya know, help a pal out.” He was joking of course.
“Heh, got to keep that kind of offers on the low. You never know what these folks might as for given the chance.“ They reply – equally joking about the whole thing but notably not outright refusing. “But it could be considered.“ They couldn’t resist snickering at the thought, especially since it hadn’t been completely out of their wheelhouse, even as a joke.
“Interesting..” Ivar muttered as he leaned forward, arms folded and resting on his knees as he listened. His eyes soon continued to roam to the water and trees ahead of them, seeming to ponder for a moment to himself.
“Guess I can say I know a god.” He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at that. After all, Saima had mentioned being akin to a deity. Though he supposed depending where you went in the world, a god and a deity could be too different things.
There was something about being open about their situation that lifted a weight off of them. “Heh, suppose you could. Ta da.” As a joke, they did a little bit jazz hand with a small smile. Although they were always a little sheepish about the description, they couldn’t exactly deny the truth of all that. “The more you know, the more you grow. ”
“I get the feel you’re trying to relay.. I feel it.” Ivar nodded to himself, before finishing off that cigarette to butt it out onto the palm of his hand, before pocketing it in an effort to keep the area they were sitting in clean and.. healthier, he supposed.
“Though somethin’ tells me ya know what ya are more than I do. I haven’t a fuckin’ clue.. if I’m not what Waldo is.. what am I?” He shrugged it shoulders, chuckling a bit at the idea of never truly knowing. He’d probably never know.. not until it was too late of course. “..so, what are ya?”
“Right. I guess I’ve known for a while more about what I am. You’re definitely more of a tricky case. It’s interesting really.” The fact that there would be some kind of perpetual mystery around Ivar’s existence had caught Saima’s interest early on.
“Me? Hard to describe but I tend to be a combination of a few things. There’s the kodukaija, a restless visiting spirit that I am closely aligned with. But beyond that I tend to carry the spirit and magic of Estonian mythology and folklore in general. Connecting the realm of what people consider to be stories to ‘real life. Some could say its akin to a deity role considering the otherworldliness that comes with it. ”
“Because ya feel inhuman?” Ivar asked after a moment of processing what Saima relayed to him, a small smirk resting on his face as he let his red eyes fall onto their face for a moment. He let his eyes drift back to his cigarette with a small chuckle.
“We all know, th’ others are human. For the most part.. immortal humans that are tied to their land and their people.. The decisions made by their governments.. kings.” He let himself take a longer drag of what sweet cigarette that was oddly soothing at the moment. “But what are we..? To not feel human, but something more.. sinister. Certainly not the same. Like a wolf among sheep..”
“Yeah. Because I know for a fact that I’ve always been inhuman. Definitely more otherworldly than of this world, that’s for sure.“ They casually glanced back at Ivar, this time their irises being white set against blue-green sclera -a telling signal if nothing else.
A nod of agreement. “They’re so easily tied and bound to the decisions of their people. Of their government.” Restricted even would be a good word for the state that the others lived in. “That’s the eternal question I suppose. There is a definite feeling of being among those that you could very easily be a threat to. And they not even know it. It’s very strange.”
Ivar rose a brow as he inhaled the cigarette smoke, allowing it to settle in his lungs for a moment a she gathered an answer to that question. He slowly exhaled, allowing the cigarette between his fingers to bounce a few times as he shrugged his shoulders.
“All the time, really.” He smirked a bit as he straightened his position to look at Saima a bit closer. “There’s few people that I feel like I belong around, especially anyone Waldo works with.. Congrats on being a little closer to that line than most people, though, Shammo.”
The strange nickname does give Saima a bit of pause, but they nod anyway. “Hm, thanks. I appreciate that.” Saima gives a small smile in return before sighing a little bit. “I ask this because I.. I’m at a place that I’m not feeling great about being around people that Berwald works with either. It’s ironic, I’ve been around them off and on for a while – but I’ve been keeping a big deal from them. And frankly, I’m not interested in keeping up pretensions of belonging when I don’t, anymore.”
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