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[b]Time: The Next Day - Afternoon
Location: Central Park, New York City[/b]

“[color=thistle]Good afternoon... Silvery-One. I hope I am not disturbing your rest.[/color]”

Mandate considered the human's greetings, her eye focused and her expression set into its unreadable 'line' state. It was rare for a human to immediately catch her interest, being the frail, fleshy, and often mundane things that they were. It was not that they couldn't be interesting, they often were, but most didn't show it so obviously.

But this one did, mostly in the way she walked with... Something. Mandate would squint if she could. It was there, she knew, but what was it? It tickled her perceptions, and that was something unfamiliar. Her vision was not infallible, and hardly worth mentioning, but it was also far from flawed. This was not her fault, she decided.

At last, her manners returned to her, as lost as they had been in her contemplative fugue. It was rude to stare and not answer! She nodded to herself as an appropriate response manifested in the back of her mind. [color=LightPink]"Hello, Blue-One! I am not disturbed. The grass is interesting, but you are too."[/color] she informed the human from her seated position, her tone light and pleased. Her 'mouth' went through its usual transformation, the neutral line smoothing out as her 'face' indented to form its pleasant V smile.

Bach and Odette shared a look for a moment, surprised. The response was more involved than a yes or no. Golems given the gift of speech were very limited, this one sounded as if it had multiple voices feminine and masculine mingling pleasantly. The singular red eye glassy but now that Odette had her attention she could see intelligence there. Self-awareness.

Bach crouched down beside the golem, studying her. The level of magic resonanting from her was immense, far above the typical one soul - one golem. Without a single rune or sigil mark on her body from what he could see raised more questions.

"[color=thistle]Thank you, you are rather interesting yourself. What is your name?[/color]" Odette asked. Years spent in the Faerie Realms had bolstered her capacity for the strange. Approaching new or different things with diplomacy and caution were what had afforded her alliances with figures as the Archon of the Old Earth.

Her name? That was an interesting question. Tilting her head to and fro, Mandate hummed thoughtfully. She had already more or less decided on her name, but was it more or less polite to give the full, clunky thing she'd been... Born with? Embedded with? She didn't like it, but it was, by some definition, her name. But it wasn't what she chose for herself, and as far as she understood, choosing a name was something that could be done.

Finally, the curious golem turned her head towards the strange distortion, doing her utmost to focus upon it. The manner in which it moved around her was strange, and maybe a little confusing, but it was interesting too. It was... Magic? Or maybe a friend to the Blue-One. She considered it as well, for a moment, before she remembered the question. The Blue-One!

She'd simply give what she had chosen, she decided. [color=LightPink]"I am Mandate, Blue-One! Your friend is interesting."[/color] Was it a friend? She wasn't certain. She had walked with the confusing... Walking sensation upon her eye, so she was certain it was a reasonable assumption, even if she didn't understand how such a confusing friend could be managed. Questions to ask, things to learn. The back of her mind itched with small, learned-yet-not advice. Proper introductions. [color=LightPink]"What are your names? Or do you share a name? It's very strange."[/color]

Bach scratched at his head, green leaves gently falling to his feet. "[color=darkseagreen]I suppose Mandate can perceive me?[/color]"

Odette shrugged in response to Bach. She slowly bent down to her knees flattening her dress as she did, now looking up at Mandate gently smiling as the mercury golem rattled off her questions. "[color=thistle]We do not share a name. My name is The Ambassador, my friend's name is Bach. It is lovely to meet you, Mandate.[/color]"

Offering her hand to shake, "[color=thistle]You are unlike anything we have ever seen before.[/color]"

Mandate tilted her head as the distorted presence made noise. It was distant and strange, and thus captured the golem's attention for a few moments as she tilted her head back in its direction, but just as quickly her senses were pulled in another direction. It was exciting, how many odd and new things were present now.

For instance, the human. The Ambassador. She wanted to mull over that name, the manner in which it mirrored a designation, a role. Like her own, almost. But there were more immediate things to consider, such as the whole of the human herself. Mandate's crimson eye focused upon the features of the smaller being. Her blue hair was a strange contrast to the mundane, not completely new to Mandate but also not entirely common, and she decided that her doll-like features were pleasing to observe, aesthetically. The word 'aesthetically' came unbidden from the back of her mind, but she kept it. It was nice.

Mandate decided that the interesting human was pretty. She hummed once more, her larger hand extending to carefully clasp the Ambassador's own, followed by the other. She shook with both hands as she responded. [color=LightPink]"Hello, Ambassador, it is lovely to meet you as well! You are a representative? Who are you representing? To who? Are you here to speak about the strange feeling? Does your friend speak? Was that noise speech? You are very pretty! Why is your hair different? It is nice. You are not like anything I have seen before, but that is because you are all unique, I think. Can Bach shake hands? Does Bach possess hands?"[/color]

So much to learn. The questions shot forth from her subconscious rapidly and eagerly.

Bach pulled a notepad from inside his jacket scribbling away his thoughts and notes while Odette kept Mandate's attention. 

Odette hid a small giggle behind her hand after shaking Mandate's cold hand. Inquistitive and intelligence unseen in golems. Odette decided then she would need to take responsibilty for the golem, she couldn't simply be left alone to wander Central Park.

For now, she would continue gauging the creature for more information but the mention of the strange feeling caught the ballerina's attention particularly. "[color=thistle]Yes, I represent the Faerie Realms and those that occupy my city, Paris. My friend whom I assume was the noise you heard is him speaking. Given some time he will grow to become clear to you. Bach does have hands, he looks like a human but not quite.[/color]" Odette said smiling all the while. There was a charming, innocent curiosity to Mandate. 

She pulled her purse into her lap then removed her phone taking a quick picture. "[color=thistle]For later. Now, do you have a home or anyone to return to? Are you lost? Do you know where you are?[/color]"

Bach gave her a thumbs up, rapidly scribbling his notes away.

In truth, Mandate had more questions bubbling away under the surface, but it seemed that the Ambassador had more questions in turn for her, and that was simply wonderful. The grass had been captivating, a lullaby of sorts to which she could reduce her thoughts to a minimum and simply observe, but interacting with this new face, these new figures, was stimulating to her mind. 

And they came with revelations of their own, as well. Mandate 'hmmm'ed as she considered the answers, and the questions given in turn. Paris, Paris, Paris. The golem rolled the word around in her thoughts, as she did with most words. But it was a special one. It held a place in the minds of... Most of herself. She only knew this because it felt the same as such words as 'California' and 'Ohio', but different still. Not the same... Size? That larger feeling must have been the sensation of state. That felt correct.

And Bach, Bach was still strangely captivating yet difficult to look at, and impossible to truly... Well, observe. That he supposedly looked somewhat human was curious; that he possessed features that were also less human was interesting. But there was only so much that could be addressed at any particular point. Like individual blades of grass, Mandate had to focus to count the merits. Right now, the Ambassador was the target of her focus.

It was only polite, and she liked to examine the strange human. Even if her questions prodded ever so slightly at unkind memories. Driven by a strange instinct, Mandate's smile smoothed over for a moment, then returned. [color=LightPink]"I'm afraid I don't! Or, I'm not afraid, but I don't."[/color] She was glad she had no one to return to, when it came to her options. Strange men, strange women, pain. [color=LightPink]"I do not think I am lost. I am in a park?"[/color] She tilted her head, and reconsidered.

[color=LightPink]"I am lost, yes. But I'm okay. You are very nice."[/color]

Odette could see the thoughts churning in Mandate's smooth head, "[color=thistle]I am sorry you were in pain, Mandate. Such cruelty to do unto a curiosity such as yourself. You are in Central Park, New York City. Not a typical place for a golem to be wandering around in. Other humans do not take kindly to... such unique things.[/color]"

"[color=thistle]I'm glad I found you here. You said you felt a strange feeling? As of last night?"[/color]"

Mandate would have blinked if she was capable of such a thing, her focus entirely upon the Ambassador; she was very perceptive, surprisingly but pleasantly so. The living work of magic felt the decision to maintain her 'smile' becoming firmer, the instinct to become something less pleasant drifting away. Personally, she had yet to let what random humans cared about stop her, but what she perceived as concern was pleasing to hear.

Empathy and sympathy. More things to consider.

The mention of last night, however, finally earned a larger momentary lapse in Mandate's smile, as it inverted into her general representation of sadness, displeasure. It was a good symbol, simple but conveying much, like symbols were supposed to do. The pangs of that event were still settling downown, although the pain was long gone.

It was unsettling. But perhaps the Ambassador could assist her. Seemingly perking up, Mandate leaned forward as she replied. [color=LightPink]"Yes, very strange! Did you feel the tugging as well? It was not pleasant! I tried to dig for it, but I lost it."[/color] Her hand gestured to the dirt around her. She hadn't put much effort into the attempt, but it was still frustrating to fail. [color=LightPink]"I hope I find it again. Did you lose it too?"[/color]

"[color=thistle]I felt it a little differently than you did, I felt it as a chill.[/color]" Odette began recalling the night before. It was more than just a chill it felt invasive. She blinked taking less than a pause before carrying on, "[color=thistle]You and I are of magical means, Mandate.[/color]"

She plucked a blade of grass and folded her hands over it. "[color=thistle]We are gifted by extraordinary powers that do not abide by the rules of this reality.[/color]" She said looking into the red globe of Mandate's eye. She whispered a small spell urging for the grass to grow. Blue light softly peeking out from the creases in her fingers. The blade of grass slowly grew from inside her palms sprouting in various directions, until it became a soft bed of grass in the palm of her hands.

She offered it up for Mandate to touch a small frown giving her expression a touch of sadness. "[color=thistle]I won't be here in the city for much longer... I would hate to say goodbye so soon to a new friend but my home is in Paris.[/color]"

Mandate was silent as the strange and interesting lady spoke, enraptured and listening intently. Her single crimson eye was focused down upon her hands, the intimidating shape of her torso leaned forward in very obvious interest. Her v of a smile had solidified once more, and her wonder was obvious in the 'ohhh' of her hum.

Mandate had seen some magic, and knew that it existed; it was her very existence, after all, her lifeblood. She had seen desperate hand motions form barriers between her and her creators in her first moments of existence. She was certain she had felt something terrible brewing before she had crushed them, and yet... Desperation and pain were not good motivators to remember a moment, to view it in the full detail of its glory and enchanting nature.

Here, sitting upon the soft earth across from the Ambassador, was a far better moment to remember than those times. She reached forward slowly, mercury-colored and sharply-pointed fingers almost comically delicate in the way that they brushed across the bed of grass.

And, as ever, she could feel it. Despite her mercurial nature, the blades brushed softly across her surface, and fond... Memories- no, sensations- fluttered through her from her subconscious. She had felt this many times before, even as herself, but it still elicited that soft feeling.

The reminder that she was free.

It was the Ambassador's next words that drew her from her calm stupor. Her fingers flinched back from the grass as she loooked back to the kind lady's face. She would be... Leaving? So soon? Mandate wanted to speak something along those lines, but... It would be rude, wouldn't it? Her smile inverted as she considered this new reality. The smooth plates across her head momentarily flared up, giving the appearance of a lion's mane for the briefest of moments. Agitation, she recognized internally. And, upon contemplation, finality.

She did not like that sadness, and she did not want to be alone.

[color=Lightpink]"I can come with you..."[/color] she offered tentatively, momentarily unsure, before her tone solidified. It was an expectant sort of hopefulness. [color=LightPink]"Can I? I would like to see Paris."[/color]

Odette's frown slowly, [i]convincingly[/i] turned into a warm smile. She slid the patch of grass in her hands back into the ground, blue light helped the newly grown grass intergrate seamlessly. Bach stowed his notebook away wearing a smile of admiration for his pact partner. He walked around Mandate and helped Odette to stand. An intelligent golem in their possession would surely be a boon.

"[color=thistle]I would be honoured to show you Paris.[/color]" She said sweetly offering her hand out for Mandate to hold. "[color=thistle]Come my friend we shall depart, the City of Lights awaits you.[/color]"