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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part I

Okay, admittedly, having a picnic at the beginning of January wasn't the best idea the school had ever come up with. Thankfully, the weather was sort of agreeable today - it wasn't too chilly, the sun was out, and there were still pretty pockets of unmelted snow on the lawn.

In the middle of the lawn, a bonfire had been set up for warmth and light--mostly the warmth--and the tables and chairs had been set out to mostly be in the sun. There was a long table with a variety of ~~moddable~~ warm foods, and there was the usual table of nametags and lists to help folks find their siblings and roommates. With everything set up, it was time to welcome the new folks!

[OCD is up! This is part one of the picnic, specifically for meeting siblings, roommates, and teachers. The rest of the picnic is happening here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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"How did you do it?" Lucille asked, before she realized that might perhaps give the wrong impression. She blushed a little, adding: "Even the men?"

Jalian shrugged and answered the second question first. "Males are...ken Selvren males are for farming and caring for animals, not for defending the tribe. They learn only enough about weapons to avoid stabbing themselves."

She paused to remember that first time she'd killed. "I was thirteen, and the Real Indians - they are not," she felt she needed to add, "but we called them that - attacked. Kendr's brother Davad had come out to help, but he was killed. I took his spear - I had only my knives - and I picked a horseman. I threw the spear at him, and it was a good throw, but it bounced from his chestplate. Arrows came and struck me, and I fell, but my knife flew true into his eye, and brought him down."

Jalian's description of the men in her tribe made Lucille chuckle. "They need protection, then?" In a way that was a little familiar. But at the story of killing her first enemy she turned serious again. "Your tribe must have been proud of you."

And, you know, not put her in a mental institution.

Jalian shrugged. "I was wounded and in bed for a very long time. I remember little. I was made a woman less than a year later, though."

She snickered. "Males always need protection. They are not very good at it themselves. The ones here are better, mostly. On the island, I mean. What are they like where you're from?"

"They take themselves very seriously," Lucille replied. "Except my brother, but he does need protection. He is younger." It felt so strange that she hadn't seen him in over a year, and she hoped he was at least surviving where he was. She would write as soon as possible, now that she could.

Jalian nodded. "You protect him?"

"Yes, I do," Lucille replied firmly. "Although unfortunately he can't be here with me now, so I do worry."

"You can contact him?" Jalian suggested. "I don't remember what technology you have," she confessed.

"I will write," she said. "I hope the letters can be delivered."

"We have a post office," Jalian offered. "In the town." She paused to orient herself and pointed. "That way. They can deliver things all over, I think." She had no reason to use it herself.

Lucille felt relieved, hoping it was also true. "I will ask there," she said. "How do you contact your family?"

"I don't." Jalian's answer was flat and a bit cold. She grimaced. "I have no family I wish to contact," she said a bit more casualy; she wasn't mad at Lucille, after all.

"Oh, I see." Lucille took no offense at Jalian's tone, and she understood the sentiment well. "Then you don't have so consider that." She offered a smile that she hoped conveyed understanding.

[And soon I'm going to bed]

"No," Jalian agreed, smiling back. "But others here do, and I have never heard of a problem with the deliveries." She paused. "No more than the other problems here. Sometimes there is odd weather or things coming in to try hurting us."

[K! We can sp as long as you like. :) ]

"Oh," Lucille replied. "Well, I'm used to unpredictable weather. England isn't exactly famous for its climate, after all."

The point about things coming to hurt you sort of didn't register.

[SP is a lovely thing. But maybe switch to the common room thread?]

"Is it?" Jalian shrugged. Maybe Lucille was used to things like sugar snow. "There are other things, too, but I can wait if you want. It's a little strange at first."

Maybe once she had a bit more Fandom under her belt, it'd be a little easier to explain the rest.

[Sure! I'm flexible. :)]

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