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[formyson]

 I'm alive? But I was sure that I slipped from that man's hand.... 

Huh. Would you look at that... Moms really are tough.

I wish I could have seen Hope grow up myself, but I'm happy to see that he's grown up so well. So maybe going on vacation at that time wasn't a good idea. As long as Hope is safe and happy, that's all that matters to me. I'm certain he'll make it through any obstacle.

Please watch over him for me. Take care of him. I know you can do it. Thank you.

-- Nora Estheim

[OOC: Mun needs to stop getting so many muses....]

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[omegabound]

We haven't met, but...I know your son. My name is Lightning.

[formyson]

Ah, you do? Are you friends with him?

It's nice to meet you, Lightning. I'm Nora Estheim.

[omegabound]

Yes. We traveled together for quite a while.

Likewise, he told me quite a bit about you.

[formyson]

Has he been safe?

[A mother's worry.]

Has he now? All good things I hope.

[omegabound]

He has, yes. [As safe as he could be, given their..rather harrowing journey.]

Of course.

[formyson]

That's good to hear. [And then a pause...] Has he gone home?

[omegabound]

[Her pause is much longer, as she's unsure how much she should tell Nora.]

Yes, at least for a little while.

[formyson]

For a little while... [A small sigh to that.] Was it because of his father that he's not there anymore?

[omegabound]

No, they reconciled, actually. There where...other circumstances that drove him away.

[formyson]

Oh, thank goodness. I've been trying for months to get them on friendly terms again.

[She's relieved about that, but the other circumstances clearly concerned her.]

Like what...? I'm sure I've missed a lot....

[omegabound]

Yes...quite a lot... [She trails off, pursing her lips.]

It may be better for you to speak to Hope, so he can tell you the story.

[formyson]

I... would like to. I'm just not sure where he is...

[omegabound]

I have it on good faith that you'll encounter him at some point.

[caprichaos]

Oh you're alive. In a way.

[formyson]

My mundane calls this a "headspace", but I guess I don't know what it's like here. I'm sure I'll find out soon enough, though.

[caprichaos]

It's like a big old cooking pot of Chaos. You were just strong enough to bubble to the surface.

[formyson]

Ah... That doesn't sound like much fun.

Moms are tough, though.

[caprichaos]

Wouldn't know. I don't have a mom.

But I do know your son... and he's out there somewhere in this big wide world.

[formyson]

I'm sorry to hear that...

You know Hope? Is he okay?

[caprichaos]

If only it were as simple as "okay"...

The answer is a little bit complicated, and I don't know if I'm in the mood to give it away for free...

[formyson]

... How so?

[caprichaos]

Aren't you listening? I'm not giving it away for free.

You'll just have to "convince" me. [She grins like the Cheshire Cat.]

[formyson]

And how would I have to do that.

[She's not totally buying into your crap right now.]

[caprichaos]

Hmph. Well you could give me something of value, or tell me a juicy secret for starters.

Or just amuse me somehow! You're an adult, I'm sure you're more than capable of thinking up something!

[formyson]

Something of value... Like what would you consider being valuable to you?