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[godsays]

[ Zane keeps to the deck as much as possible. (It doesn't occur to him to use the CES, unless someone points it out.)

He balances on the railing easily, as naturally as if he was standing on solid ground. Darts along it, trying to see the bottom of the endless well of stars, if there is one. Maybe he tosses a coin out into the emptiness and Pushes it down, trying to see if it ever stops.

Otherwise, he'll be on top of the greenhouse, climbing things, staying as high as he can.

When he's belowdecks, he similarly tries to stick to open rooms and high places. Between them, he moves quickly, with the awareness of someone who is ready for attack.

He also steals bits of metal, wherever he can. Cutlery, coins. Whatever he can find. ]

[ ooc: replies from venturemistborn. ]

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[wedonot]

[A subtle sweep of his mind reassures Charles that he actually is content, and that he's not particularly bothered by his new situation. It's certainly better than the alternative, and he lets himself relax a little.]

Do you need anything?

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[venturemistborn]

[ Curiosity about this man - one of the people in his dreams - moves Zane forward. He burns steel and jumps, pushing off a handful of metal items around him - he doesn't even need coins here - and lands lightly on the balls of his feet in front of Charles. Pewter makes him graceful. Later, as an adult, he'll have that grace without pewter, but as a child he needs it. He isn't finished learning yet. ]

Why do you want to know?

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[wedonot]

[It's impressive, to see the amount of control he possesses even as a child, and he can't quite keep the interested and impressed expression off his face. He focuses on the question again quickly, and answers truthfully, even if the explanation might be confusing for him.]

Because I'm supposed to look after you. [Which is the honest truth, so.]

Have you had lunch?

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[venturemistborn]

I don't like it inside. I feel trapped there.

I'm not going.

[ He says this easily, as though there's no one who could force a Mistborn to do anything. He knows that isn't true, but it feels nice to pretend. ]

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[wedonot]

I could bring you something?

[He won't try and force him into anything, but he's also not exactly thrilled to hear he wants to spend the next few days just. Out here.]

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[venturemistborn]

Is that what you want to do?

[ He turns the question back, and his eyes are piercing, more knowing than anyone's should be. ]

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[wedonot]

[He just meets his gaze levelly, not particularly bothered by the penetrating look.]

If you're hungry, yes.

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[venturemistborn]

Most days there's thin soup, and not enough for everyone. I know how to go without food.

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[wedonot]

[He smothers the memory of watching Erik literally gorge himself when they'd been turned into children, and how scared they'd both been when he'd made himself sick. He wasn't going to let that happen again.]

We've got more than enough food for everyone. I'm not a particularly good cook, but I can try to get you anything you'd like.

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[venturemistborn]

[ A long hesitation, as he weighs this, but finally he nods. ]

I like fresh things.

Not meat.

[ To him, meat means the greyish, gristly bits from the soup. ]

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[wedonot]

I'll see what I can find. You'll still be here if I run off for a few minutes?

[It's not like he'll be difficult to find, but.]

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[venturemistborn]

I'll watch for you.

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[wedonot]

[He nods.] Then I'll be back shortly.

[And he is, complete with a basket full of fruit, some vegetables, bread and cheese, along with a thermos of water.]

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[venturemistborn]

[ When Zane drops down again, he stares. He hasn't seen bounty like this outside a nobleman's table. ]

...are you a noble?

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[wedonot]

[Charles chuckles gently at the question and shakes his head.]

No, I'm just me.

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[venturemistborn]

Nobles are people too.

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[wedonot]

I know. But I'm not a noble.

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[venturemistborn]

[ He sits crosslegged and reaches for some of the fruit. It's healthy, and colored, beautiful and unfamiliar. It seems a shame to eat it.

And when he does bite into it, it's one of the sweetest things he's ever tasted. He can't hide his astonishment. ]

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[wedonot]

[Charles can't help a smile.] It's good, isn't it?

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[venturemistborn]

What is it?

[ yes omg it's amazing ]

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[wedonot]

That's an apple. Do you know the others?