What a Family is [Closed]
Jan 26, 2020 18:21:24 GMT
Post by Cion on Jan 26, 2020 18:21:24 GMT
Steadily, Cion noticed that a certain sense of tranquility and normalcy entered this delightful cornucopia of humans and digimons that hopefully would accept her as a full member of their family someday. Conversations and acts were happening in which she was not directly included, which was perfectly fine - no, desired. In spite of this get-together orchestrated by her carrying the impetus of unity and reconciliation, she did not want to be its constant focal point. She simply wished to savor this wonderful community and its uncountable idiosyncrasies, seeking to bond with it and become a part of it.
Smiling softly, the lack of a response allowed her to conclude that the contents of the gift basket were fully hers to decide what to do with. Therefor, she gladly shared the sirloin by putting in on the state-of-the-art, too. And although she wanted to avoid inebriation, if people asked for a glass of champagne, she would naturally not refuse them. However, given that most participants were either ancient entities or younglings, she had no doubt that everything was bound to be relished with prudence. She owed them this trust, and she was happy to grant it.
As various dishes sizzled, the silver fennec's aureate eyes swayed to look at Yui and Fuu. From their description, it appeared that the duo was enjoying a comfortable lifestyle, which was absolutely alright. Mountain climbing and some personal work... "Sounds good to me." She commented with genuine kindness. Throughout the recent years of mostly solitude, she had obtained an understanding of the world that made her appreciate the small things. If everyone was content with living, then there was no reason for strife. Satisfaction easily vanquished sins. Hence those who decided to live life to the fullest contributed indirectly to commonweal, too.
Just as she was about to answer the polite question that was voiced, her attention briefly shifted to the charming trio, particularly the admirable Persephone. Showing sincere interest in her craft, she took the cloth and inspected it attentively. It required a moment for her focused mien to shift, but eventually she displayed... fascination. "Indeed... the possibilities are vast. Huh - this isn't a mere pet project. You could make a business out of this. Develop prototypes, find investors, mass produce and sell the accessories, fund research to improve them... Capitalism 1 0 1." She explained quietly and calmly, with a jest at the end. At least that was what she would do to share her inventions. Not that she needed sponsors...
Returning the piece of fabric to its rightful owner, the vulpine sentinel told her slightly humorous tale regarding Daemon and its MacGuffin. There seemed to be interested coming from the kids, which was another motive for her to play the situation down. The positive comity at hand was too marvelous as to be tainted by the pain of the past. Nonetheless, she answered the inquiries honestly. "I met him, and yes, I fought him... though I was thankfully not alone to face him." She recounted concisely, hoping to have quenched the children's excitement.
The unassuming ascendant's ears peaked upon recognizing that Owen had responded positively to her curiosity. She in turn carried the same inquisitiveness for his words. "This... actually makes perfect sense. From soldier to drill sergeant - somewhat. And Rosewood is doubtlessly an ideal place to pursue this. Splendid." She kindly expressed her approval. Apparently, the blue puppy's adventuring days were over. Had he found what he had searched? Perhaps, but this was solely for him to determine. Nevertheless, her effort to be happy for him was successful for now.
Turning towards Bazil, she nodded, realizing that the purple dragon had assumed the mantle of an adventurer. Cion had heard of Kizna - it was a cosmopolitan, progressive institution. Not necessarily an altruistic one, but that was not a problem. They were a positive force of the digital realm. "Best of success." She conveyed her faith in the Gumdramon to perform well. As for Logan, she shrugged unperturbedly and gently patted his back. "Not a shame in being patient and supportive of your partner, dear. Don't worry... you will find a path for yourself sooner than you think."
As for Jimmy and Matty, whom she had not encountered prior to this picnic, the bipedal fox was unable to refrain from chuckling due to their joke. Amusingly so, everybody agreed. "Well... you definitely are a dork, Owy. The whole package. ... The gentleness, the panache, the optimism... that is your irresistible charm. Always has been. Fell in love with it ever since..." She stopped, For a second, she kept quiet, but eventually rested her head on her hands with a partially dreamy expression.
Then - she giggled. "... since that abandoned meat farm on File Island, before it got blown up and was forgotten by history. Where we met for the first time, when I was an Impmon, remember? I think you thought I was a thief, or was it vice versa? Anyway, an hour later, you and I were doing parkour on rooftops of ruins to get to that inn. And I crashed right into you on that zip line. Had to carry you the last mile, and then watch over you while you recovered." She finished, taking in a heavy breath until a pleased, nostalgic sigh escaped her petite lips. "Dear goodness... how literal eons can just pass you by..."
Smiling softly, the lack of a response allowed her to conclude that the contents of the gift basket were fully hers to decide what to do with. Therefor, she gladly shared the sirloin by putting in on the state-of-the-art, too. And although she wanted to avoid inebriation, if people asked for a glass of champagne, she would naturally not refuse them. However, given that most participants were either ancient entities or younglings, she had no doubt that everything was bound to be relished with prudence. She owed them this trust, and she was happy to grant it.
As various dishes sizzled, the silver fennec's aureate eyes swayed to look at Yui and Fuu. From their description, it appeared that the duo was enjoying a comfortable lifestyle, which was absolutely alright. Mountain climbing and some personal work... "Sounds good to me." She commented with genuine kindness. Throughout the recent years of mostly solitude, she had obtained an understanding of the world that made her appreciate the small things. If everyone was content with living, then there was no reason for strife. Satisfaction easily vanquished sins. Hence those who decided to live life to the fullest contributed indirectly to commonweal, too.
Just as she was about to answer the polite question that was voiced, her attention briefly shifted to the charming trio, particularly the admirable Persephone. Showing sincere interest in her craft, she took the cloth and inspected it attentively. It required a moment for her focused mien to shift, but eventually she displayed... fascination. "Indeed... the possibilities are vast. Huh - this isn't a mere pet project. You could make a business out of this. Develop prototypes, find investors, mass produce and sell the accessories, fund research to improve them... Capitalism 1 0 1." She explained quietly and calmly, with a jest at the end. At least that was what she would do to share her inventions. Not that she needed sponsors...
Returning the piece of fabric to its rightful owner, the vulpine sentinel told her slightly humorous tale regarding Daemon and its MacGuffin. There seemed to be interested coming from the kids, which was another motive for her to play the situation down. The positive comity at hand was too marvelous as to be tainted by the pain of the past. Nonetheless, she answered the inquiries honestly. "I met him, and yes, I fought him... though I was thankfully not alone to face him." She recounted concisely, hoping to have quenched the children's excitement.
The unassuming ascendant's ears peaked upon recognizing that Owen had responded positively to her curiosity. She in turn carried the same inquisitiveness for his words. "This... actually makes perfect sense. From soldier to drill sergeant - somewhat. And Rosewood is doubtlessly an ideal place to pursue this. Splendid." She kindly expressed her approval. Apparently, the blue puppy's adventuring days were over. Had he found what he had searched? Perhaps, but this was solely for him to determine. Nevertheless, her effort to be happy for him was successful for now.
Turning towards Bazil, she nodded, realizing that the purple dragon had assumed the mantle of an adventurer. Cion had heard of Kizna - it was a cosmopolitan, progressive institution. Not necessarily an altruistic one, but that was not a problem. They were a positive force of the digital realm. "Best of success." She conveyed her faith in the Gumdramon to perform well. As for Logan, she shrugged unperturbedly and gently patted his back. "Not a shame in being patient and supportive of your partner, dear. Don't worry... you will find a path for yourself sooner than you think."
As for Jimmy and Matty, whom she had not encountered prior to this picnic, the bipedal fox was unable to refrain from chuckling due to their joke. Amusingly so, everybody agreed. "Well... you definitely are a dork, Owy. The whole package. ... The gentleness, the panache, the optimism... that is your irresistible charm. Always has been. Fell in love with it ever since..." She stopped, For a second, she kept quiet, but eventually rested her head on her hands with a partially dreamy expression.
Then - she giggled. "... since that abandoned meat farm on File Island, before it got blown up and was forgotten by history. Where we met for the first time, when I was an Impmon, remember? I think you thought I was a thief, or was it vice versa? Anyway, an hour later, you and I were doing parkour on rooftops of ruins to get to that inn. And I crashed right into you on that zip line. Had to carry you the last mile, and then watch over you while you recovered." She finished, taking in a heavy breath until a pleased, nostalgic sigh escaped her petite lips. "Dear goodness... how literal eons can just pass you by..."