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<p>&ldquo;Some gesture!&rdquo;</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;Asshole, remember?&rdquo;</em></p>
<p>Serene had arrived with her and Dear&rsquo;s down-tree instance, That Which Lives Is Forever Praiseworthy, or Praiseworthy for short. The entire clade, all one hundred of them, had each taken for their names a line from a poem, the shortest of which was What Right Have I, and the longest The Only Time I Know My True Name Is When I Dream, a jumble of syllables often shortened to just True Name. Both were present.</p>
<p>Ioan was surprised by a guest who arrived late in the evening when the champagne and wine were already flowing. Simien Fang, the head of an institute that both Dear and Ioan had worked for at times in the past, made his appearance in classic understated style. He was dressed in all black, but only when viewed head on. He had apparently made an agreement with Dear to allow the occupants of the sim&rsquo;s vision to be modified such that when viewed out of the corner of the eye, his outfit flashed in a whirlwind of phosphene colors. Not only that, but his normally calm features distorted into a devilish grin, no matter the expression seen directly.</p>
<p><a href="Ioan.html">Ioan</a> was surprised by a guest who arrived late in the evening when the champagne and wine were already flowing. Simien Fang, the head of an institute that both Dear and Ioan had worked for at times in the past, made his appearance in classic understated style. He was dressed in all black, but only when viewed head on. He had apparently made an agreement with Dear to allow the occupants of the sim&rsquo;s vision to be modified such that when viewed out of the corner of the eye, his outfit flashed in a whirlwind of phosphene colors. Not only that, but his normally calm features distorted into a devilish grin, no matter the expression seen directly.</p>
<p>The party rolled on inevitably.</p>
<p>A sudden peal of thunder, louder than any Ioan had ever heard, brought silence in its wake.</p>
<p><em>&ldquo;It is time! It is time! Please gather around the fire!&rdquo;</em> Excitement filled Dear&rsquo;s voice, though Ioan thought ey could now detect a hint of nervousness that had not been there before.</p>
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<p>How different she was than Dear. Individuation is born in the decades and centuries. Ey would never have thought to be so physical with the fox, but as she laughed and slumped back against eir side, ey realized ey had long since fallen into the habit of physicality, of touch. Of, ey realized, feeling. Just as she&rsquo;d said.</p>
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