[There's something tragic in the way this man (this Miemeng bird?) speaks, to Rahu's ear. It might be projection, but she wonders about the impact of being noticeably different - and noticeably comparable to something that everyone on this
It could also be the beach towel draped over his head as if he was in mourning. The unorthodox accessory gives him a meek, drowned-animal sort of look, a fragile real bird who managed to stray too close to the coastline. Despite her often violent retribution against the lifeguard gulls, she feels the tug of a thread insisting she keep him from falling under any more suspicion or scrutiny. Her indifference is a gentle one.]
I won't mistake you for them if you're worried about that. I won't let anyone else make that mistake, either. Come down if you want. Then again, you have the best seat in the house, don't you?
[And it is "in the house," as much as the environment wants to convince them that it's something else. Rahu tilts her chin back, looking even higher than Getian to the art plastering itself against the "sky" overhead. It's a mockery for her, too, this fakery, but in the opposite direction. Nightfall plunged her world into chaos almost a century before she was born; places like this exist largely only for those who can afford to build them. The biggest body of water she'd ever come near was the ground zero for her rage.]
Are there any others like you here? Any Miemeng? [It seems cruel if there aren't - is he supposed to be some exotic fixture of the resort instead of his own self with his own people?]
i keep thinking about his little beach towel veil... i see it in my dreams...
It could also be the beach towel draped over his head as if he was in mourning. The unorthodox accessory gives him a meek, drowned-animal sort of look, a fragile real bird who managed to stray too close to the coastline. Despite her often violent retribution against the lifeguard gulls, she feels the tug of a thread insisting she keep him from falling under any more suspicion or scrutiny. Her indifference is a gentle one.]
I won't mistake you for them if you're worried about that. I won't let anyone else make that mistake, either. Come down if you want. Then again, you have the best seat in the house, don't you?
[And it is "in the house," as much as the environment wants to convince them that it's something else. Rahu tilts her chin back, looking even higher than Getian to the art plastering itself against the "sky" overhead. It's a mockery for her, too, this fakery, but in the opposite direction. Nightfall plunged her world into chaos almost a century before she was born; places like this exist largely only for those who can afford to build them. The biggest body of water she'd ever come near was the ground zero for her rage.]
Are there any others like you here? Any Miemeng? [It seems cruel if there aren't - is he supposed to be some exotic fixture of the resort instead of his own self with his own people?]