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[gemigod]

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Steven lives in Helian's Glade and can usually be found somewhere in the gardens. Letters can be left on his bed, which is made of moss and several supernaturally large blooms, or the drawer filled stump where he keeps his belongings. He is responsive to network communications but prefers not to speak one on one over them.

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[gemigod]

"This is exactly the kind of thing we need!" Steven insists. He doesn't seem to think this is coming away with nothing at all. "If they don't want us to know about it, we need to know about it."

Maybe it's years of having things kept secret from him, or past experience with how much a twist in expectations can achieve. He's clearly getting excited about this, though, as daunting as that may seem.

[hippocarnival]

"Is it?" Yuya blinks rapidly, a little uncertain. "I--I guess, but what if it's just too sad for Helian to talk about? You know how she is..."

That's kind of pessimistic, but Yuya'a been fearful about getting his hopes up for a while.

[gemigod]

"But if something makes her that sad, then it must be important to her," Steven explains. "If we can understand what's going on with this place... m-maybe we can understand what we need to change it."

His ambitions are bold, here, but right now it's all words. Yet, the edge of worry can still be heard as he speaks. He's nervous, even if he doesn't want to be.

[hippocarnival]

Yuya rubs his arm, considering that. "... Maybe. Maybe we can find other rooms in the castle with that symbol? Ones that aren't as wrecked."

[gemigod]

"The room I was in wasn't wrecked, but I spent a lot of time poking around in there and didn't find anything helpful..."

He considers.

"But if there were two rooms with it, there's bound to be more, right? Even the Gentry don't have complete control over the castle."

[hippocarnival]

"No, they don't." Yuya looks down at the wilting flowers. This is the first time he's even entertained the idea of looking into things, going behind the Gentry's back, since... since Steven was punished. Before he snapped, even, though all those memories muddle together in confusing fragments.

He knows it's been a while, though. It makes him nervous with himself. "I guess, it wouldn't hurt to..."