First Song [text]

[secondsmarch]

[This one is keeping herself to just text due to... an inability to actually talk.]

I'm a new arrival, and I can't offer much.

[At least she's to the point. Red's done this before, somewhat. The difference is that this time there's people that can actually read her messages.]

But I need information.

[She's leaving it that unspecific for a reason.]

Comments

text;

[secondsmarch]

Never a guarantee, is there.

[Red scribbles this out.]

How close is the stone to being completed?

Voice

[fierybluebird]

[Since Marco is still moving around and doesn't have time to write he uses voice again with a slight pause to try to figure it out and think it over.]

Extremely not. Not very much, not at all.

No one knows for sure how many pieces there are, but I'd guess closer to a thousand than a hundred, and less than five are found? And I think one got used up.

[Which suits Marco just fine, since adventures are all about the endless journey for him, not the destination.]

text;

[secondsmarch]

So much for some good news.

[fierybluebird]

Don't worry about it so much.

Whatever you're so eager to get back to will still be there when you're ready.

[secondsmarch]

Everyone is already

You seem pretty sure about that.

[fierybluebird]

I have a more interconnected relationship with time and it's fluidity than most people.

Also, I have enough experience here to say that I know this to be true. People who are dead in their own worlds can continue on in this one with friends and family, sometimes those friends and family will even go back to their time, and come back here. No time passes there, only here. No one from your home will know you're gone, because by the time you are back, you are seamlessly back to where you belong.

If that still doesn't explain it, I'll make you some diagrams later when I finish with these maps, yoi.

[secondsmarch]

[Red reads over it a few times, making sure that she fully understands what he's saying.]

What you're saying is a lot to take in.

[fierybluebird]

You're familiar with the concept of time and space as a fabric, aye?

Think of it as being folded, or even crumpled. While you're here, your other timeline is hidden in the fold. When you go back it smooths out. If you get back here again, it's another crumpling.

[secondsmarch]

How did you become as familiar with this matter as you are?

Just by being here?

[fierybluebird]

No, I'm also part bird. Time is a very intricate part of our psyches.

[secondsmarch]

[Um.]

Excuse me?

Part bird?

[fierybluebird]

Aye. Timing is everything with birds.

[secondsmarch]

[Could this get any more strange. Probably so.]

I hadn't known that about them.

[fierybluebird]

Oh, aye absolutely.

You know the chickadee song only has two notes? The rhythm, time of day, and exact length of notes completely rephrases the meaning of what they're conveying. Early morning it's usually pointers to food, and midday it's warning. Spring it might be mating if it's long enough, or calling the hatchlings back home if it's firm.

[secondsmarch]

Changes like that are important when it comes to singing. You need to make sure your message is clear, and exactly the way you want it to be.

[fierybluebird]

Exactly!

You're a musician then?

[secondsmarch]

I'm a singer. Or... I used to be.

I don't have my voice anymore.

[fierybluebird]

No?

What happened?

[secondsmarch]

I'd rather not discuss that right now.

[fierybluebird]

Fair enough.

Well, I've heard you only need to get one piece of the jewel to make a wish.

[secondsmarch]

Did you hear that as a rumor?

[fierybluebird]

Pure rumor.

[secondsmarch]

It may be worth remembering, if nothing else.