[Action] Adventures on the high sea.

[mansnoozie]

[ 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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[mansnoozie]

[ 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? ]

[unfortunatename]

[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.

[mansnoozie]

[ 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. ]

[unfortunatename]

[--!

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.]

[mansnoozie]

[ 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. ]

[unfortunatename]

[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.]