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[hallaifyouherd]

I greet you, my fellow Legionnaires.

[ The image accompanying said greeting is that of a young woman with pointed ears and tattoos across the upper part of her face, peering inquisitively into the camera. She thinks she's got this broadcast option thing down. ]

In case we haven't met? My name is Marjara.

[ Her lips quirk upwards, before her expression grows a little more somber. ]

I've been thinking something through. And I think I know what I want to do. But a little experience from other people who might have gone through similar circumstances would help. I think.

[ She's not going to ask them to choose for her. Gods knew she'd never let someone make her mind up for her before now, and she wasn't about to start...but learning about the shift? The consequences? The little things that came along with it that you might not initially think about? Might be worth the time to ask. ]

Have any of you lost a part of you, a limb or...something else of similar importance, and chose to have it replaced? Would you be willing to speak of what it was like for you?

If not, I still thank you for your time.

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[araignee_du_soir]

Are not they all? Real romance cannot be conveyed in words.

[hallaifyouherd]

I'll take your word for it. You'd know more than I would.

[araignee_du_soir]

A shame. It is an unforgettable experience. It makes you weak in ways you do not think it could and that is not a bad thing.

[Until it is too late to take your heart back. It is good hers doesn't beat any longer.]

[hallaifyouherd]

I had too many responsibilities to even worry about things like that. Not to mention weaknesses and distractions weren't exactly something I could afford.

[araignee_du_soir]

You cannot have spent your entire life being a sin eater. Sowing one's oats is a youthful pastime for humans. Is it different for elves?

[hallaifyouherd]

It is. Our race is dying. There are fewer of us every year. So matches are carefully arranged matters between clans.

I was First, heir to the Keeper. They don't normally have families of their own, since their family must be the clan as a whole. So I was more secluded than most, until I left the clan.

[araignee_du_soir]

[And the first question that came to her mind in response to that was highly inappropriate on such a public forum. She had the restraint to not be THAT blunt. Instead, she changed angles.]

You are not home now. Once you have that arm taken care of, we will go planetside. Let you taste things you have been missing.

[hallaifyouherd]

I...what.

[ Is she seriously doing what she thinks she's doing? That's admirable, in a sense. Also a little alarming. ]

[araignee_du_soir]

[Yes. Yes, she is.]

It is called 'Girls Night Out'. We will have fun. You will see.

[hallaifyouherd]

You have a very worrying way of saying 'fun'. Has anyone ever told you that?

[araignee_du_soir]

Once or twice. [She gave a soft snort.] But what is the worry? You are a capable woman, non?

[hallaifyouherd]

I certainly like to think so.

[araignee_du_soir]

Then all will be fine. And we will have fun. Say yes, cherie.

[hallaifyouherd]

[ And a small, reluctant little smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. ]

Alright. I suppose one night couldn't hurt.

[araignee_du_soir]

[One night might not be enough. Widowmaker might need to run this by Sombra for a second opinion. It's been too long since she'd done a Girls Night Out.]

Very good. You keep me informed about your arm.

[hallaifyouherd]

I will.

...thank you, Amélie.

[araignee_du_soir]

[There was a momentary widening of her eyes. Being thanked was something unexpected. She really was out of practice being social and, well, human.]

You are welcome.