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[getfeldsparred]

I don’t mind it so much. Stars keep me company.

You…uh. Make it through everything okay?

[fuckingphoenix]

Who me? Always!

[getfeldsparred]

Heh.

Name’s Feldspar.

[fuckingphoenix]

Abaurycy.

Adam is a terrible name.

[getfeldsparred]

It’s definitely…not whatever you just said.

Addie was kinda cute though.

[fuckingphoenix]

Abaurycy.

[Said slowly.]

Not all of us are named after rocks.

[getfeldsparred]

[They repeat it back, also as slowly. They get it mostly right though.]

Abaurycy.

And I know, it’s a shame, isn’t it? Feldspar’s a good name.

[fuckingphoenix]

You know someone named Ruby? That's a name, I hear.

[getfeldsparred]

Nope, no Ruby. I know a Slate, a Gneiss, Rutile, Gossan, Tektite…

[fuckingphoenix]

What the fuck is tektite?

[getfeldsparred]

The old firewatch captain?

[fuckingphoenix]

Is it a rock? What kind?

[getfeldsparred]

I dunno. I’m not a rock expert! I fly things, and that’s about it.

[fuckingphoenix]

You're an expert at being a dumbass, it seems.

[getfeldsparred]

Yeah, I’m pretty good at it. Expert, one might say.

What about you? What are you good at besides being mouthy?

[fuckingphoenix]

Poetry!

[getfeldsparred]

Oh yeah? Write any good ones lately?

[fuckingphoenix]

Every day.

[getfeldsparred]

Prove it.

[fuckingphoenix]

[He thinks, then shuffles a few papers around.]

The scythe sang low in the barley field,
a thin, iron hymn at dusk.
The farmer laughed, then coughed red foam
into the wheat we had cut.

[getfeldsparred]

…got me there, that’s a great poem.

[fuckingphoenix]

Damn right it is. Thank you.

I have good inspiration.

You should come over sometime. I will make you dumplings.

[getfeldsparred]

Are your dumplings as good as your
poems?

[fuckingphoenix]

No, but they are good enough to eat.