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[dragony]

It's been a while, but I suppose I'm curious—and it's hard to do much for curiosity, once it's born, is there? Some feelings can't be snuffed out, once they exist, no matter how much you might wish for it.

[ The voice is that of a young woman, somewhere between late teens and early twenties, lower-middle pitch and a steady cadence. A little tired, perhaps a little bored, but not irritably so. ]

Darkness, Earth, Water, Light, Wind, or Flame.

Choose one, please. But, before you do, know that there's no right answer, or wrong answer, and there's no moral component to any of them. "Light" doesn't mean good; "darkness" doesn't mean evil. Only whichever suits you. Something a little trivial, perhaps, but I'd like to hear your answers.

Thanks.

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[dragony]

Sure.

There is no way to tell, by the way. I've seen some extended departures last years without any intervening memory loss. It's always rather disorienting for them, unfortunately; the world changes so rapidly.

[hisheartsdesire]

I guess that might be said of time here and whenever people go back. He said the first that he'd left, seven years had passed at home; the last he was exported, only a month or so had passed before his return. But I suppose what you're saying is that we ultimately have no control of any aspect of it, then?

[That's unsettling, but only if he thinks about it too much. Might as well nip that in the bud by acknowledging it's completely out of their hands.]

[dragony]

The lengths can be long on this end, too: they seem to be "home" for only a day, but when they return here, to us, months or years may have passed, too.

But you are right. We are not the masters of fate.

[hisheartsdesire]

I question that anyone has any control here at all.

[dragony]

I wouldn't say so. Not about the big things, anyway; I'm merely grateful when I can take one step after the other, and still wind up where I expected to go.