#odyssey

"That stuff is more sugar than coffee. I will take one. Two at least for each of the ladies." Art yawns, and accepts the offering.

"You rock." She takes the frapp-whatsit gratefully.

"Thanks"

"I could get used to flying like this." Art confides in Gwen as the flight attendants fetch their luggage for them.

"It's nice to have leg room" She admits "But I get the feeling this won't be the norm"

her eyes gaze through the window. WHere Art looks up, she looks down, towards land

A teeming metropolis sprawls below them! Water on one side, tiny tiny giant buildings packed close together on the other.

She gasps "There's a gremlin on the wing!" And sees if Art believes her

His eyes widen for a moment, but he's already drank his coffee drink, and isn't QUITE sleepy enough still to fall for that. Art grins, though. "I think that would be called, 'the engine'. " He says in a sage tone.

"Just testing your alertness" A smile

"Beaumayn, huh? She says quietly enough so mortals don't hear "How's that feeling?"

"...Hard to say. It is like I finally returned home, but found my house unfamiliar. Each cup, each vase, I must look upon, and remember, this is this, and that is that. A wave of remembrance washed over me, but then, much faded - an ocean ran through, but left me only damp and wanting."

"It is not a bad feeling. I am glad to know myself once more. But it only reminds me how much I may have forgotten... but also, how much more there is to learn."

"We'll get someone to visit , maybe"

"A beaumayn, I mean"

"I wouldn't ask for that. Lord Aiden does not trust their prophesies. Nor mine, in the future, I fear." He sounds steady, despite his words. "It is not uncommon. I remember as much, now."

"Your prophecy saved some puppies, saved my honor in doing so. I won't forget that, Acturus. Ever"

"A point in my favor, then." He smiles. "Even if he holds no love for Beaumayn, we know he loves puppies."

"Who doesn't?" Horrofied some folks might not

"Meh. Muppet's alright, I guess."

"Oh please, you adore that dog "

a smile though "And he's lucky to have you"

"But puppies, categorically?"

"I know what you mean about the rush, though. So much, but now it's... fuzzier."

"mmm" ("Puppies are awesome") but she nods at the Rush thing

“Will more come back in time?” He looks to Gwen. “Or Is this the freshest it will be, and it shall ever fade?”

Gwen smiles "Now and then? It will be like Deja wow. You'll feel it.. fleetingly but there. It depends on each one of us, a..remembrance"

"I hope more comes back, but, I mean, I'm still me, not just a retread."

"SOmetimes it's in the weirdest stuff. Like, you might try a type of food you never tasted before? And go 'oh I forgot how good this tasted' only you never had it before now, at least in this life"

"I mostly remember fire."

"Is that... good?"

Her eyes light up. "Oh yeah."

"See, now she's scaring me" Half a joke

"Fire is... creation, ain't it? A forge, a kiln - the sun!"

"I remember stars. Rolling hills, and night skies so dark and deep that you could everything... not like today, with the light pollution. Even outside of the city, it's - it's not like that. The skies before mortal rule bled out the very stars."

"Sounds pretty."

"I wonder what the skies in Arcadia looked like." He muses, quietly.

"Oh, colors."

"Crepuscular violet fading to rose and peach, with silver-streaked charcoal clouds and the stars set like diamonds..."

"Indigo stretched overhead like the sweep of a dancer's silk scarf, the blue of robin's eggs, the delicate eggshell gold of afternoon..."

"With storms of frosted Silver that shift to creamier hues"

He looks at his hands. "Maybe I will see it someday."

"Pardon, it's time to disembark." The flight attendant smiles and offers to carry their bags. "Welcome to New York City."

"Thank you for everything!"

Art carries his small bag, he hasn't much to take back other than a couple changes of clothes that he was gifted.

As they move into the airport, Gwen's phone picks up signal, no longer in 'Airplane Mode' and rings.

Thistle is returning with more than she left with, certainly!

She has cloth to examine.

...And there might be a wee butterfly lizard in her luggage.

SOMEONE CALL CUSTOMS!