regis filia, o

we were all too small to talk to god

it is not often that he goes out of his way to meet someone, especially someone he does not know. but that is the purpose of his visit to Irkalla anyway, he wants information, an update honestly. the girl he notices is, can be, a person of interest – they are not too far from Irkalla. his approached is marked by the sound of whirling fans faint against the river. he lands with a thud, the fans on his board still whirling as he approaches.

“are you lost?”

sebastian calls to her, one hand removing his hood and kept raised up. his other hand is holding the board – he wants to show her he means no harm. after all it is not safe for women, it is not safe for anyone if there is to be war.
EDEN FARRON

we were all too small to talk to god

to think, looking around he entertains the thought with a faint smile. thinking was something he, admittedly, did too much of. sebastian doesn’t notice much and he spends less time noticing “eden farron.” he doesn’t care for meeting people much these days, he doesn’t want to. “what is there to think about?” his gaze is wandering. “these are troubling times, I suppose,” he adds after a pause with a roll of his eyes.

“if you’d let me I’d appreciate to,” the word repeats and trails on his lips. in his eyes you can see him thinking. he knows how to proceed, but he does not want to come off as intruding. the break is a momentary pause, “hear your thoughts.” and at the end he’s wearing a shy smile.
EDEN FARRON

we were all too small to talk to god

“nothing too exciting.” sebastian repeats wryly, his smile is changing, it’s strange now – he’s delighted, interested. she does not know what she’s capable of. he’s interested in finding out. it is a strange opportunity, but one he is willing to pursue, perhaps. “focus on whatever it is you’re doing now.” you can tell the well from which he drew these choice, wisdom filled words is deep. he shrugged too – advice is not the strongest of his suits.

“what are you doing?”

EDEN FARRON

we were all too small to talk to god

he is no stranger to social cues, he can pick up a hint or two, but he does not care for them. rather, he does not always know how to respond and decides to ignore it. smiling, uncomfortable laughter is a generally response, but his maintained smile is a force of habit. she’s inviting him, a game of cat & mouse sebastian decides to indulge.

“I am a part of a collaborative effect to better Irkalla, and possibly even be a part of its preparation for war. my role is that of a humble scientist … seeking, searching, mystifying and retrieving is what I do.”


EDEN FARRON

we were all too small to talk to god

well I’ll be … sebastian wasn’t being completely honest, well he’s hardly ever truthful. but she could be useful, perhaps, later on as a go between when he needs to meet people. he’s thinking of alya now, she’s about the only person he knows that could possibly pass as nobility. considering the way she is, however, he’s never thought of her as such.

“I operate in more of the, uhhh, private sector. independent research only the whose who knows me, to be honest.” he doesn’t often get a chance to flatter himself, so he enjoys it when he can. a little fun, some mischief, never hurt.

“if you’re looking to find me, should I not find you first, look for sebastian. I’m on my way to Irkalla now, actually, and if it doesn’t inconvenience you then maybe we can go together, talk more over coffee … or tea, even.”


EDEN FARRON

we were all too small to talk to god

He doesn’t want to believe he is very important, he can’t let it get to his head. He’ll smile on the inside. She wanted to know about him, learn about Sebastian that was … no good, he couldn’t have that. There were something he wanted her to remember, some she probably would need to remember. He grabs her hand as she leads the way, “no.”

Releasing her he steps back, dropping his board it doesn’t not hit the ground at first. He places his foot on it, forcing it the ground, like a seesaw one side goes down the other goes up. “This is what I use to travel, seeing things from a higher perspective may just change your own.” There’s a playful tone to his voice – it is uncanny of him, after all. To be so friendly, so inviting. And this, of all things, is a treat.



EDEN FARRON

we were all too small to talk to god

He doesn’t do this often, inviting people onto his hover board. But, admittedly, this is best part of having one. The reluctance is expected and Sebastian remains quiet letting her come to terms with everything. It doesn’t take long, but she isn’t just going to get on the board without some reassurance. “It’s safe,” he says reassuringly, “like cannon fire, except without the boom.” He puts more force on the board until its vertical and launches out from underneath him. The board isn’t launched very far or very fast and begins its fall shortly.

“Of course, when it’s us it’ll go farther and faster.”

He waits for the board to crash, it doesn’t. Instead it hovers inches from the ground and Sebastian grabs hold of it returning it to the previous position. “Ready?”


EDEN FARRON