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[Action] Adventures on the high sea.

[ Rainy days are meant for staying indoors and reading in Sandy's mind. A worn copy of Treasure Island in hand, Sandy can be found in the hangar, sitting sideways in Sognare, his legs sticking out the side like a teenager. The days have been so long lately, it almost feels like tortoises move faster. But that's alright.

More time for books this way.

Now would be an ideal time to get help, but Sandy wonders if it would be strictly worth it; should the rain start while a camper is up here, the walk down would be cold and miserable. Or, if it got too bad, they'd be stuck up here with him. He turns a page. No one's showed up yet so maybe no one will.

Now, back to the adventure. ]

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[Arya and Nymeria have been snooping around the hangar for quite some time now. They're not even sure why it's at the camp, and that's what they've come to find out.

And then the little girl sees a pair of legs hanging out of the side. She grasps onto the side of the hangar with both hands, peeping her head around the corner to find Agent Mansnoozie inside, reading a book. Nymeria's not far behind her, and the wolf makes a little whining noise of confusion.]

What're you doing in there?

[ Sandy peeked his head out of his plane, looking at Arya still hanging by the door. He smiled and waved. Hello!

Keeping his thumb in between the pages, he pushed himself up with a bit of levitation to sit on the side of the plane before holding his book up. Reading. ]

[Arya's rounding the corner now, staring up at the agent incredulously.]

And why even are you doing that? There's loads of things to explore.

[She doesn't really care that rain is coming. Let it pour. She'll still be out.]

[ Sandy idly kicked his legs and gave her a look of disbelief, a smile still on his face. A book bloomed in his mind, creatures and knights and pirates and fairies gliding out of the pages like spun glass. With a gentle push, he gave it Arya. Books are full of exploration.

Dog-earing the page he was at, Sandy snapped the book shut and whisked it over to Arya with some quick telekinesis. Giving it to her summary-first. Read it! He made a hand gesture. Go on, it won't bite. ]

I can try.

[Arya's never figured out telekinesis, and she's always filled with wonder to BEGIN with when she encounters someone who can. She takes the book in her hands, trying to read the back summary. It's a bit above her fifth-grade level, so she has to read the page a few times over just to understand everything, and it takes her a while.]

I'm just...I'm not very good at it yet.

[ Sandy thought for a moment. Hm. Treasure Island might be out of her reading level, it was entirely possible. Good thing Sandy had lots of tricks up his sleeve. And by tricks, I mean books. (Though not literally up his sleeves, that would be terribly unpleasant.)

With a hop, Sandy jumped off the plane and hit the ground with a gentle puff of levitation to soften the landing. He held up his index finger, the universal symbol for One moment! before darting off to his designated living space. There were stacks and stacks of books under Sandy's bed and he rifled around causing a bit of a mess before finding the right one. Upon his return, he handed Arya a title he felt she might enjoy more (while also being able to read easier); The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. ]

[Treasure Island is definitely out of her reading level, but once she's handed the book, she raises an eyebrow and smiles a little, sitting down on the floor of the hangar.

Slowly, she reads the cover out loud.]

The Lion, the Witch, and the...Wardrobe. Hey, I've seen the film of this before! Is it the same?

[ Sandy smiles and makes a 'sort-of' gesture with his hand. Personally he felt that the book captured the feeling of the world better, but the film was also pretty good in it's own right. He points at the book and gives a thumb up. It's a good one! And there were sequels in case the book actually caught her interest. ]

I liked the film a lot. My sister took me to it.

[It was one of the few times when she and Sansa could agree on a film. It had beautiful girls with nice dresses and handsome actors for Sansa...and adventure and swordplay for Arya. Perfection..]

Can I sit and try read it with you? My father usually did voices for all the characters, but I'm not very good at all that.

[Whether Sandy knows it or not, N has been very interested in Sognare, his natural fascination with engineering and motion making the presence of an actual plane almost irresistable.

He's been out in the woods constantly lately, following up on rumours from the deer and consulting with the squirrels, playing with them when the dew is still wet and sleeping with them when the noon sun began to beat down on the camp's forests. The coming rain has everyone pretty much holed up now; N doesn't mind the rain, though--as he circles through the woods to reach the hangar, he considers the possibility that Sanderson won't be there.

But no--in weather like this, humans always go inside if they can help it.

N walks in the door, burrs in his hair and a smile on his face.]

The rain is coming.

[ Oh jeez. This guy. Sandy is sure that N is a really nice person and a very powerful telekinetic with lots of charming attributes and personality but, well-

The dude is weird. Lets be real here.

Poking his head out of the plane, Sandy raises an eyebrow with a wry expression. No really. ]

[N just keeps on smiling--he's either unmoved or unphased by Sandy's response, and he puts his hands in his pockets without moving from the spot.]

I've been meaning to come see you for quite some time... flight took humans many decades to achieve, didn't it? It must be fascinating, to look at the world from that high up.

[He talks fast--really fast; if it weren't for his pauses, there'd be no space between words at all.

He also doesn't seem to be talking in expectation of an answer.]

If you have too many points of view, though, it might become difficult to pick just one. Or is it that you prefer one because it's prettier...?

That's wrong, though. People should stick to their convictions only if they believe that one is the truth. They shouldn't get to pick because they like the view better.

[ Sandy nods at the appropriate places, tucking his feet into the cockpit and leaning on the side with his head on his chin. Let the kid talk. To be honest, Sandy's pretty used to it these days; everybody's always talking over him. One of the many disadvantages to being mute. Thankfully among his work colleagues that he interacts with on a more regular basis he can get an edge in; they've picked up the cues to know when to shut up.

But N hasn't yet and that's okay. For now. The kid will talk himself out eventually, right? ]

[Unfortunately, in this case it has less to do with Sandy's lack of speech and more with N's selective dearth of social awareness.]

I like trains... ferris wheels... things that move--the individual pieces brought together... the interconnectedness... it's like a collection of elegant formulas. Planes are the same way.

I think things like planes are humans' way of expressing the perfection of the universe--humans express their understanding of the universe by making things. Animals express their understanding by being themselves. That's why animals are perfect beings.

Only humans feel the need to change the world to suit their needs.

[ With a mental flick of the wrist, Sandy conjured up two images; one of a family of beavers creating a river dam, the other a group of humans doing the same thing.

One could say animals change the world to fit their needs as well. ]

[--!

For a fleeting moment, N's expression was visibly startled. Not because he was interrupted, but because Sanderson just spoke to him in a language he knows.

The language of his friends.

He returned the comparison with two images of his own: the first was of a celebratory ribbon-cutting to christen the dam with much fanfare, the second of the beaver family sleeping safely inside their lodge while a fox stands atop it.

He was smiling.]

[ Sandy wasn't expecting N to reply non-verbally, but it seemed that N had practice in this kind of thing; so that was interesting. Pushing his curiosity to the back of his mind, Sandy climbed out of the cockpit and lightly jumped down, levitation slowing him for a gentle landing.

He built the dam again, only farther back, revealing a town full of people. Without the dam, they would also be gone. ]

[It was a common mistake--much like assuming N didn't care about people--and he shook his head. It was almost sad.

He shared another two images, though these two were connected.

The concrete dam made by humans--and then the beaver dam, flooded and deep underwater, with the beaver kits drowned inside.

Humans always hurt animals in the end.]

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