As the request of the drinks come in, the sali nods their head to another on the upper ring of seating, saying, "Honlo?" and "Thank you" as they rise with a tip of their head. Their host sali then regards them again, listening as they speak.
And when Elidibus is done, there is a moment before the sali's attention goes to one of the statues by the centre ring. They close their eyes, and when they open their mouth-
"Calamity." The word repeated is with an older voice, fondly amused, reflected. "We turn stories of calamities into ones of perseverance. If the world has a Will, it would be to destroy us. I wonder? You may say that. I am Omerka, to your right." The younger sali motions a hand respectfully towards one of the Forever Ones, despite the dismissive tone of the introduction, apparently Omerka's own.
"Such interesting energies join us - it excites us! But it too is a sign of calamity. Ah, I like the words you bring. We see you speak not the same tongue as we do, and you expect this to be true, everywhere. Wonderful. But even our own lands - our people have expanded greater than it is now, died down to a handful, perhaps less than is in this room. A story that rejects outsiders? To you, I would say this world rejects all, everyone. If we did not accept this world into our bodies, do you believe it would let us call on its energies as we do?"
The young male sali's eyes close, and they start to speak in their own voice before they fully open: "There is much we have to learn about existence, I would say. Outside our islands, what exists outside our...world." A small smile creeps onto their lips. "It is not a word we often need. But the energies you have around you, keeping you safe now... there is much to learn."
From through a curtain, Honlo reappears, bringing drinks in wooden cups set on ringed coasters, setting them by them (or handing them directly, if they offer hands). The tea is a flower one, soothing, a calm scent to it.
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And when Elidibus is done, there is a moment before the sali's attention goes to one of the statues by the centre ring. They close their eyes, and when they open their mouth-
"Calamity." The word repeated is with an older voice, fondly amused, reflected. "We turn stories of calamities into ones of perseverance. If the world has a Will, it would be to destroy us. I wonder? You may say that. I am Omerka, to your right." The younger sali motions a hand respectfully towards one of the Forever Ones, despite the dismissive tone of the introduction, apparently Omerka's own.
"Such interesting energies join us - it excites us! But it too is a sign of calamity. Ah, I like the words you bring. We see you speak not the same tongue as we do, and you expect this to be true, everywhere. Wonderful. But even our own lands - our people have expanded greater than it is now, died down to a handful, perhaps less than is in this room. A story that rejects outsiders? To you, I would say this world rejects all, everyone. If we did not accept this world into our bodies, do you believe it would let us call on its energies as we do?"
The young male sali's eyes close, and they start to speak in their own voice before they fully open: "There is much we have to learn about existence, I would say. Outside our islands, what exists outside our...world." A small smile creeps onto their lips. "It is not a word we often need. But the energies you have around you, keeping you safe now... there is much to learn."
From through a curtain, Honlo reappears, bringing drinks in wooden cups set on ringed coasters, setting them by them (or handing them directly, if they offer hands). The tea is a flower one, soothing, a calm scent to it.