[With keen performer eyes, Guinaifen sees that split-second waver, and with her keen performer instincts she thinks...
Well, paraphrased: oh yeah, she's also a sister, has siblings, and now she thinks about it, she's kind of worried about the next time she'll see them again? If they're on a planet that's off of the silver rails, who knows how long that'll be! And it makes sense that Sunday - a brother - would have similar feelings towards his sister.
It really does.
Oh no. She sure fucking stepped in it by reminding him of the pain of separation that comes from being plunked down on two separate planets.
(Her keen performer instincts are only so keen.)
So Guinaifen rallies with a smile! Because she's not going to let Sunday dwell on the pain of an ambiguous situation, he's such a good and kind guy, and as a sister she's going to use her keen sister instincts to fucking keep him from dwelling on the pain.]
I wasn't sure if I should ask. See, I'm an outworlder on the Xianzhou, and more than once I had people assume I'd know some other outworlder simply because we're both outworlders. How does that make sense? It's like saying you should know every single Halovian just because you're a Halovian, and for all I know there's hundreds of Halovians over at Penacony.
[ Sunday waves a hand at Guinaifen, an attempt to reassure her that all is well. ]
Please, there's no need to tiptoe around it. But it is true. There are quite a number of Halovians who call Penacony their home.
[ And even more who technically weren't from Penacony, but they spent so much time in the Dreamscape that they may as well be actual residents. Maybe it's the same for Guinaifen. She's already introduced herself as an outworlder on the Xianzhou. It stands to reason that she must be an outworlder from somewhere else.
Where that might be is none of Sunday's business. ]
Are you you familiar with my sister's work?
[ Just out of curiosity, of course. Have her talents reached as far as the Xianzhou Alliance? There's a part of Sunday that's always been proud of her, even if he loathed how she sometimes fell in the crosshairs of danger because of it. ]
[And she says this very brightly, with confidence and certainty - intergalactic superstar Robin's music has reached far, and even the Xianzhou have heard of her. If Robin were to one day ascend upon the path of pop-stardom and become The Song, Guinaifen would be...
...well, she'd be surprised, who wouldn't be, who expects any old random person to ascend to being an Aeon? But she wouldn't be as surprised as she could, perhaps, be. There would be a part of her that would go, "Well...I didn't expect a new Aeon to be born, but Robin becoming The Song? The Musical Arbiter? That tracks."]
She's probably not as popular as she could be. The Xianzhou like traditional music, like with the sheng or the guqin. Plus, there's...
The coast is clear. Nevertheless, she leans in a little, her voice lowering into a conspiratorial hiss, like she's telling Sunday Xianzhou secrets. Priceless Xianzhou secrets.]
There's a lot of old people.
[Grin! Normal voice again.] Not exactly what I'd call your sister's normal audience.
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Well, paraphrased: oh yeah, she's also a sister, has siblings, and now she thinks about it, she's kind of worried about the next time she'll see them again? If they're on a planet that's off of the silver rails, who knows how long that'll be! And it makes sense that Sunday - a brother - would have similar feelings towards his sister.
It really does.
Oh no. She sure fucking stepped in it by reminding him of the pain of separation that comes from being plunked down on two separate planets.
(Her keen performer instincts are only so keen.)
So Guinaifen rallies with a smile! Because she's not going to let Sunday dwell on the pain of an ambiguous situation, he's such a good and kind guy, and as a sister she's going to use her keen sister instincts to fucking keep him from dwelling on the pain.]
I wasn't sure if I should ask. See, I'm an outworlder on the Xianzhou, and more than once I had people assume I'd know some other outworlder simply because we're both outworlders. How does that make sense? It's like saying you should know every single Halovian just because you're a Halovian, and for all I know there's hundreds of Halovians over at Penacony.
[Distract! Distract!]
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Please, there's no need to tiptoe around it. But it is true. There are quite a number of Halovians who call Penacony their home.
[ And even more who technically weren't from Penacony, but they spent so much time in the Dreamscape that they may as well be actual residents. Maybe it's the same for Guinaifen. She's already introduced herself as an outworlder on the Xianzhou. It stands to reason that she must be an outworlder from somewhere else.
Where that might be is none of Sunday's business. ]
Are you you familiar with my sister's work?
[ Just out of curiosity, of course. Have her talents reached as far as the Xianzhou Alliance? There's a part of Sunday that's always been proud of her, even if he loathed how she sometimes fell in the crosshairs of danger because of it. ]
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[And she says this very brightly, with confidence and certainty - intergalactic superstar Robin's music has reached far, and even the Xianzhou have heard of her. If Robin were to one day ascend upon the path of pop-stardom and become The Song, Guinaifen would be...
...well, she'd be surprised, who wouldn't be, who expects any old random person to ascend to being an Aeon? But she wouldn't be as surprised as she could, perhaps, be. There would be a part of her that would go, "Well...I didn't expect a new Aeon to be born, but Robin becoming The Song? The Musical Arbiter? That tracks."]
She's probably not as popular as she could be. The Xianzhou like traditional music, like with the sheng or the guqin. Plus, there's...
[Guinaifen's eyes dart left, dart right, checking...
The coast is clear. Nevertheless, she leans in a little, her voice lowering into a conspiratorial hiss, like she's telling Sunday Xianzhou secrets. Priceless Xianzhou secrets.]
There's a lot of old people.
[Grin! Normal voice again.] Not exactly what I'd call your sister's normal audience.