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Amanda is sitting next to the fire sewing a dress, it's slow going but she is determined to get it right. Her long brown hair tied back in a ponytail her clothes are mostly lost under the mounds of cloth she is working on.

The fire is warm, if you are nearby she might strike up a conversation, at lwast if you look amiable to such a thing.

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This is a man who hasn't seen Amanda in a long time, and a man this version of Amanda might not know.

He hasn't forgotten.

His hand goes to his neck where a certain pendant the previous Amanda gave him is.

Perhaps he should join her, now that he's bothered to come downstairs into the bar.

Amanda looks up, sitting up straight to give her back a break, she see's a man looking her way and she flashes hiim a smile. She has no idea who he is she is just being friendly.

If you live long enough, you come to learn to read faces enough to know when the person you're looking at does not know who you are.

No confusion; they really don't know you at all.

Still...

"Good evening Amanda."

She sits up just a little more straight examining him trying to figure out if they have met. When she is confident that they haven't she gestures for him to have a seat near her, "I am sorry. You must have known me before, or will know me." she shakes her head, "I have been told I was here before but it was me in the future."

Since he already knew her name, "What should I call you?"

There's a significant pause for a moment of "huh?" on his part.

Future? Ah, yes. He'd overheard that term before. Used by those people encountering others from their world but not from their time. Those people were either from the past or the future.

To say nothing of being from alternate variations of those worlds.

"I know you. Or will know you. You are Amanda. I am Strahan. Someone you would encounter in the future but for the fact you are meeting me now."

She sighs, "It is confusing sometimes. And a little awkward." she shrugs, "But there is no point in dwelling on it." smiling, "It is nice to meet you again Strahan."

It is strange for her meeting people who know her, know perhaps more about her then she does, very strange, but she has always been good at adapting.

And being immortal [well, not at the moment], there's plenty of time to adapt.

"As it is you." Dare he say he might have missed her? Uhm, no. Not yet. "What is it you are working on? Some manner of gown?"

She lifts up the cloth, "It's called a kimono. A traditional gown from a place called Japan."

"What is it supposed to look like, this 'kimono'?"

Gowns to him involve a lot of flowing skirts. And bustiers. And other things you associate with gowns.

Amanda digs through the mound of cloth to find the picture from the pattern and shows it to him. "It is supposed to look like this." she still has a ways to go, it's hard to tell what it will look like, not all the pieces have been sown together yet.

Most peculiar a garment.

Yet simple. In its own way.

"And for what purpose is this 'kimono' intended for?"

"A friend of mine is from a city called Tokyo. This is something that they wear."

"All of the people in this Tokyo?" The way he says it makes it sound like he said something else.

Shaking her head, "No, I saw some of the women wearing them and from what I have read this is the traditional clothes of the Japanese women." she shrugs, "Thought I would be ready in case I have a chance to go back. Could be fun."

Looking back up at him, "Where do you come from?"

"So men do not wear these gowns."

Wonder if he's ever heard of a kilt yet? Heh.

"I am from a kingdom called 'Solinde', though my home there is located deep in the mountains to be found in the north-east of Solinde."

"I don't think so. At least not that I have found yet." she isn't done searching.

"Is it nice there?" she has never heard of it but then she hasn't heard of most places.

Because Solinde is one of them fantasy type places.

"I would believe so. I am—or was—close to my god there."

Was, because right now he's rather disillusioned by Asar-Suti.

Who isn't the god he was any more.

There was a moment or two of silence, "I was never much into believing in God, or Gods. But then I came here and it seems anything is possible." she looks at him, "Perhaps you can be close to your God once more." because he doesn't seem please with the relationship being past tense, of course this Amanda hasn't known him long enough to be able to tell for sure.

Strahan has a mostly sceptical look. It's possible, but unlikely. Part of Asar-Suti becoming more like the being he was means saying he doesn't want to be with Gil any more.

That ain't gonna happen.

"One can hope. But if it is not possible then perhaps one must learn to do without or find another to follow."

One who doesn't mind Strahan being himself.

Amanda turns her head, "Why do you need another to follow. Can you not be your own Master?"

Amanda is given a strange look.

"I would be my own master, had my plans been fulfilled. Since they were not, I am a follower, not the followed. The servant, not the master."

Rather strange thing to say.

Her hands stop their stitching and she just looks at her hands thinking and then looks up at him, "I suppose it at least your choice." flashing a friendly smile.

"So what do the women wear back in your world or time?"

"It depends on their social status, but most women wear some manner of dress. The wealthier they are, the more elaborate the dress."

Keely of course, scorned dresses and insisted upon leggings instead.

Ah. Well. That's Keely.

"It is much the same way where I am from." she looks down at the kimono, "I don't know what about a kimono shows one status but perhaps I will discover that later." she isn't done studying.

"It is a cultural thing. Homana is very distinct from Solinde. And both kingdoms are proud of their traditions to the point of cultural arrogance."

Which, incidentally, is something everyone at home indulges in.

She nods, "That is much as it is back home."

"I see." He stops for a moment. "Do you like this culture? I would gather that it is not like your own."

She looks at the magazine, "It is new, different. I don't mind different."

"Truth is I don't know much about it, but what I do know I like."

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