The roof, Sunday evening

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It hadn't been a good night, spending kemmer alone, and Sov still felt shaky and shivering. But it was over, and they longed for some fresh air. The roof seemed like a good place. They had brought a few oranges, an exotic fruit unknown on Gethen, that was quite tasty, even if peeling it meant your hands got covered in orange juice. Drawing a deep breath, they looked out over the edge of the roof.

[open roof, of course]

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[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela was looking for some solitude, and the weather meant that no one should be on the roof.

But, as often happened in Fandom, that didn't really work out. When she spotted someone else up there, she almost turned and went back to her room, but that'd be a bit obvious. So she just stood for a couple of seconds, considering, before walking to the edge of the roof herself. Far enough away to not be a bother, but not so far as to be rude.

She hoped.

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Sov turned when they heard someone approaching. They didn't recognise the person and said, a little shyly: "Hi."

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Triela glanced over and offered a polite nod. "Good evening."

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Sov pulled their coat tighter and shifted from one leg to another. They really weren't in a sociable mood, but somehow having company didn't feel like a bad thing, even if it was a complete stranger.

"I'm Sov. Do you want an orange?" They offered one.

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A slim, leather gloved hand extended to take the offered fruit before Triela really thought about it. "Triela," she responded, as she turned the little sphere over in her hands thoughtfully.

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"Those are nice gloves," Sov said sincerely, and then fell silent. Not sure what to do they leaned over the edge of the roof to look down at the ground below.

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Triela snorted softly at the compliment. "Thank you," she said. "Not many people notice." But they were nice gloves. And they fit perfectly.

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Sov just nodded a little, not sure what to make of that response. Had it been an odd thing to say?

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

The silence stretched out between them, but it didn't really make Triela uncomfortable. She was used to long silences.

Eventually, she broke it. "Something wrong?"

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Sov shook their head. "I... wasn't feeling well last night, but I'm better now."

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"Oh."

"Good."

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Triela clearly wasn't talkative, but Sov didn't mind. Or rather, they didn't mind right now. Yawning, they nodded again. "Yes."

Then, after a long pause, they asked: "Do you know what a werewolf is?"

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Triela blinked, but other than that didn't react to the seeming non-sequiter.

"Yes. Though that is a somewhat complex question since I understand that there are quite a few different types." From different worlds and such.

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"Oh." Sov looked down. "I don't know any of them."

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More blinking. "Then what made you think of it?"

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"Someone thought I was one," Sov explained. "I let them think so. So knowing what it is... is probably a good idea."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

That kind of made sense. Well, the last bit. Not so much the first bit.

"Oh. Would you like me to explain it then?" She wasn't entirely sure how to react.

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Please."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"A werewolf is a type of creature that transforms between human and wolf. There are all sorts of ways that that can work, but that's the basic idea."

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Perhaps that explained why Hank had mentioned not breaking his stuff. "Do people like wolves? Or are they feared?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Depends." Well, that was true, but...

"Traditionally they are feared, though. They're dangerous."

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

"Ooh." So, was that a good or a bad thing? Would it make Hank less annoying if he continued to think Sov was a werewolf?

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"Does that help?" Triela asked, not sure.

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"I just wanted to know what it was," Sov said. "Thanks."

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Triela nodded.

"So... why did someone think you were one?" And why had he let them do so?

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"I wanted the room to myself, so I asked my roommate for that," Sov said, then hesitated. "Where I'm from... we have a time we go through every month and I didn't want Hank around."

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"Ah." Triela nodded. "That could explain the werewolf thing. In a lot of places, a werewolf changes during the full moon."

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Sov nodded slowly. "Makes sense." They looked at Triela. "You won't tell Hank I lied? Ot not really lied, but I didn't correct the assumption."

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Triela smirked. "I don't have a reason to." So his secret was safe with her.

[child-of-rer.livejournal.com]

Sov smiled back. "Thanks."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Sure." Not a problem.