[open] Whatever is prepared for never occurs.

[amberdrake]

Who: Benevenuta Crispo, Amberdrake
What: The meeting arranged here.
Where: Valhalla Inn
When: An hour after Drake showed up in the game.
Warnings: Doubtful, but will update if so.

And as promised, here was Amberdrake. He found a chair somewhere in the lobby and sat down, most of his visible attention on the device in his hands that he'd been writing back and forth with various people on.

At least I remember what cellphones are, he thought wryly, keeping an Empathic 'eye' on the room for his expected company. I would be far more lost, elsewise.

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[amberdrake]

"I am... relieved to not be the only one who has experienced it," Amberdrake admits, "I suppose one would consider Haven a 'trap city', especially early on in its history, although we were eventually able to travel to ours and other worlds to visit. It was a strange place, and I admit I grew fond of it despite all its considerable dangers."

It was no more alien than what the mage-storms were doing to his world, after all. And once he'd assured himself that no one was suffering for his absence, Haven hadn't been so bad.

"It was nowhere near this large, however," he gestures a little at their surroundings, meaning the whole city. Drake knew that just because he'd been to other worlds before didn't mean he didn't have a hell of an adjustment to deal with. But the Chief of Clan k'Leshya and the leader of White Gryphon -- effectively a Haighlei King in his own right -- wasn't going to start off by freaking out.

If he wasn't the sort to keep his cool, White Gryphon would be at war with the Haighlei right now, not recognized as an esteemed neighbor.

[asklepios]

“What I have heard, I think there is perhaps no 'norm' where these experiences are concerned.” It's a big multiverse, and there are times that even Benevenuta finds a moment in which she can feel very, very small.

(Not often, though. As mild-mannered as she tends to come across, if arrogance equated with height, she'd be the fifty foot woman.)

“So perhaps Baedal will always be an unusual one. But not, in all forms, objectionable.” She's aware not everyone is so sanguine as she is about the place, and she's equally aware that that's a little odd of her- but a little healthy optimism can't hurt to offer.

[amberdrake]

"When everything is strange," Drake notes, "strange becomes normal."

There's not much he feels comfortable about saying when it comes to finding a place objectionable or not. If his fate is to be separated from everyone he has ever cared about on a personal level (or more importantly, cared about him on a personal level -- as that is far more rare for a kestra'chern), he will probably never find this place less than objectionable.

But he hasn't been here long enough to know what the nature of his fate will be, and he knows that. So he's doing his best to keep his cool even underneath the kestra'chern mask of calm and serenity, because there's literally no use in melting down just yet.

Although the cigarette smoke isn't helping.