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Date & Time: Vague late July, early June
Location: All over, especially where the damage is the worst.
Characters: Eilonwy and you (???)
Summary: Eilonwy explores Exsilium after the bombing, trying to find ways to help.
Warnings: N/A

Eilonwy never liked to ask permission. It seemed rather pointless, when you'd already made up your mind. Apples do not have lips to ask the ground, but they fall anyway. But here there was no one for her to ask, and the freedom made her unfamiliar. Knowing what to do was very helpful, even if you did not plan on doing it.

And here, she did not know what to do.

Oh, she thought she did, at first, she was quite certain that she had to escape. There were people counting on her at home. Counting on her for proper curtsies and polite conversation, but counting on her nonetheless. But then the bombing happened, and she realized that the people here needed help, too.

Not that she was exactly sure how to go about it. Today she was climbing through the rubble, her knees scraped and hair wild, looking for mouths to feed or shoulders to throw blankets on. To help people, you know. Hmmph.

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"I do not think I'm a wanderer. I've simply not found my proper place, yet. That would be like buying the first hat you tried on, no matter how ill it fit." It probably helped that her earliest memories were being stuck at Spiral Castle with the horrid Queen Achren.

"I have heard we are to sent elsewhere. But so far it's only been to new ruins, here."

"I guess some of us just get lucky," Jaime said, figuring that she was right - at the very least, it made sense when she said it. He honestly couldn't imagine living anywhere besides El Paso, not when all his friends and family were still there, but he had the good fortune of being born into a family in which he truly belonged.

"I haven't been sent on any of the missions I've been hearing about yet, but I mean..." He raised his hands, gesturing around them. "It's practically been too busy to even think about that sort of thing. No point in going to war when the homefront's still a mess, right?"

"Some would say the only way to protect a border is to . There are many lords who desire peace so much they make war on their neighbors. It's a bit like— like cutting your hand off to have something to bandage. I'm surprised they haven't tried it. These Initiative people don't seem very smart."

But Eilonwy was not sure if she wanted them to be smart. She did not know if that would make things better or worse for her, and all who were caught her with her.

"I think the Initiative not being smart enough for their job is maybe the one thing everyone here can agree on," Jaime said, a hint of a laugh - however grim of one - in his voice. He didn't think that the Initiative was evil, or anything as simple as that. They had to be desperate with these sorts of methods.

This did not mean, however, that Jaime had any inclination to feel much sympathy for the guys.

"Don't go on giving them any ideas. I'd like to make sure we've all got places to live before they plan on making any more moves."

Eilonwy didn't believe them evil either. They were not the Lord of Death, nor one of his twisted minions— they were not creatures that feared the light. Eilonwy would call them mean, perhaps. She would definitely call them foolish.

"Do you suppose they're listening, right now?" She did not think so, but this place was still quite strange to her.

"Nah, I was just joking around," Jaime returned. He had considered the amount of surveillance that he figured the Initiative would have to do, and then conceded the point that they were probably too busy to listen to very much at all - aside from anyone who may be a problem, that was. However bleak their circumstances were, people were mostly the same in speaking of idle things to pass the time.

"If they're listening to anything, it's probably the network."

Eilonwy frowned, briefly unsure of the "network"— it was all still quite foreign to her.

"That seems like it was made for watching." Eilonwy herself had stared at it for some hours, not responding, simply watching, rapt at all the moving parts.

"Unless you've got it on private... yeah, it kind of is," Jaime replied. He couldn't lie about the fact that he kept an eye on it himself - not enough to know every name and face in Exsilium, but enough of one to see what was going on and who to look out for.

"You've gotta be careful on there. Information spreads fast, and the UE's even got their own AI that must be keeping an eye on it."

"But there is a sort of use, in knowing people are watching." She'd been studying King Rhuddlum, and his court politics. There was more to it than she rather felt like admitting.

"If you wanna get all political about it, yeah," he says. He can understand the theories behind it at the least, even if he doesn't actually get it in the slightest. Politics are one thing that he wants to stay far, far away from if at all possible.

"Why, getting any ideas?"

"Not really. I don't have to be a princess here, do I?" Actually, the thought was refreshing. Now she really didn't care if her skirt got muddied.

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