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I look them over curiously, as I put my hands over the fruit to feel their texture and inhale deeply to take in their aroma, trying to identify the substance.

Moriah:
They are smooth to the touch and not quite spherical, but very close. The smell is very sweet. You're fairly certain that it is an apple tree.

Marco:
"Interesting little book you have there," Nashai'o says. "I thought no one believed in the gods anymore."
You realize that she had been reading over your shoulder.

"Huh?" He looks at her, then blushes. "Well I do, though most of the time when I try to spread the belief I end up getting run out of town. hehe, I should be a real problemed child by now. but I like to look at the good in things, even getting run out of town can be a blessing if you look at it right." he turned and smiled his goofy smile at her, then continued to read.

"It must be autumn, there seems to be only one kind of fruit in bloom!" I say as I collect enough of the fruits to feed myself and a couple of people.
"It's one of my favorite seasons, it leads to the cold winter like that start of a new journey, leading to the spring, marking a moment of triumph through the cold and harsh trials, bringing respite among the sweet smelling blooms when life makes another push to overcome the hardest of times." I muse to myself in an almost lyrical voice.

Marco looks at her and smiles a bit, but then goes back into his book about the Indigo Ring and it's original user. He flips through the pages and reads about it.

Moriah:
"Winter is a very trying time," Mashai'i says. "But it can be rewarding should you survive it."

Kirino:
Jima'ei smiles.
"I would like that," he says.
He gently takes her from your arms. She seems hesitant about being held by him, but she doesn't hiss or get aggressive.

Marco:
It says that the Indigo Monk was a very spiritual person who believed that the gods had abandoned the world to make it see that it did not need the gods. It also says that he used the Original Indigo Ring to commune with the dead. By most accounts, he died by pitching himself over a cliff when he was unable to stop the voices, even when he wasn't wearing his ring. He was not the only Original Bearer to take his own life, but not all of them did.

Kirino:
You notice Atlanta coming towards you.

Manra had stayed silent. Her own thoughts of the matter of where to go indicated that whether they went to No Man's Land or kept going forward, Hishia'rinu would still try to intervene if he was determined to have the Original Rings, so either way was fine. Slowly, she began slipping into the creases of her mind. Into the particular area, the place was half cast in light while the other half cast in shadows. It was just another place in her mind of her own imagination. The place was serene where it seemed there was a little of everything. There were plants and trees, and earth and rocks, there was a crystalline pool of water and somewhere the sound of a waterfall, torches and a small ridged mound held fire, the fair sky that spread over the land though from the sky though there looked like there was land and buildings upside down and floating in the sky and with it a breeze would come through on occasion, and her three 'friends' would occasionally be here when she was there. It was, in a way, her condensed little world. How she'd come to imagine this place, she couldn't remember, but it was nice, so she had no complaints and besides her own Labyrinth, it was the most favorite place to coop herself in her head.