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There were two types of people.

The ones who were smart, and the ones who learned. Marlen was the latter.

They’d slept in cold weather before. Had to, even. There were ways to make snow feel warm without melting, or to turn a metal coffin that people used to drive into something passable as overnight shelter. But that was typically in an [i]American[/i] environment. In [i]American[/i] winters, which weren’t so bad as the ones in this remote forest a hemisphere away. And so, the time-honored process of fucking around and finding out reminded Marlen how exactly they got by all those years. By not being a stubborn fuck.

They didn’t spend much time fussing over decorations in the cabin they picked. A bag was dropped to the floor, a blanket was tossed over Marlen’s shoulders, and they spent the next couple of hours just chilling. The party would be a good opportunity to figure things out and learn who people were. They just rested and waited patiently for a while. Without any real reason to move around or take a walk, they just didn’t. It was a long trip, and Marlen was used to long trips enough to take rest when it was available.

Maybe they’d all be as okay as Iliana.

It was probably an hour or so, maybe longer when Marlen decided to head back out. They weren’t really sure. They rummaged through their belongings and changed out of the lightly damp clothing they wore here. Replacing it, they put on not a fancy outfit suited for a party, but a parka that was a little big on them. It was old, and definitely worn a lot.

They searched around for a mirror, and shot a finger gun at it.

[color=87e3ff]”Okay. Party time, party time… Proud of me yet, dad?”[/color]

There wasn’t a response.

Back out into the cold they went.

Marlen couldn’t easily imagine being around a lot of people. What were they meant to say? Hi, how’s the weather? That wouldn’t work, the weather was cold. Wonderful day we’re having? Nope, it was midnight. The thought plagued them while they wakes the distance from their cabin out into the broader areas of the camp. They used to go weeks without even laying eyes on a human being, let alone interacting with one. But this was supposed to be a new start, in a way. Marlen didn’t have to do it perfect. They just had to do it.

A bonfire was burning in the distance. There was one singular person sitting by it, from what they could see.

So Marlen approached, reaching behind their back and conjuring up a guitar. Holding it by the neck, with the body resting on a shoulder, they came within view and fixed a look on the demigod of water.

[color=87e3ff]”This seat taken?”[/color]

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