2022-11-07: To Receive A Great(?) Spirit
- Log: 2022-11-07: To Receive A Great(?) Spirit
- Cast: Seraph Lanval, Medli
- Where: Dragon Roost Island
- Date: November 07, 2022
- Summary: Dragon Roost Island is host to a water spirit who washes ashore, received by a single inquisitive young girl with the capacity to perceive him. A friendship is made! (An important lesson preceding all this may or may not have been learned.)
===========================<* Dragon Roost Island *>============================ Dragon Roost Island is one of the tallest islands of the whole Great Sea, a towering, active volcano that pierces skyward. Within the mountain's more placid caverns live the Rito people, a race of birdlike beastmen with duckbills for noses and functioning wings. The Rito are a small tribe but a social one, and a number of them proudly serve the people of the Great Sea as delivery people, ferrying messages and small packages from island to island. The island itself is made mostly of barren, scarred rock, but for the pockets of verdant grasses and trees at the shore. Eruptions are rare, but flying Gears have confirmed that the interior is still active. They have also confirmed the island's most mysterious denizen: A tremendous dragon, made not of metal but of flesh and scale, who roosts in the volcano's mouth. Lately, this great dragon, whom the Rito call the Spirit of the Sky, Valoo, seems to be in distress, thrashing about in pain and sending boulders and even splashes of magma out into the Great Sea. BGM: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkwhtdCW5rI <Pose Tracker> Seraph Lanval has posed.
It's stormy out on the Great Sea at this time. Seraph Lanval, a direct servant to the Filgaian Guardian Schturdark in contrast to his otherworldly origin of Lunar, is out in the ocean waters to work out his sorceries to keep the waves as calm as he can manage. The oceans are more Lucadia's turf, but the fundamental nature of water itself is one he holds great influence over... and so it goes.
A smaller vessel with a mild-mannered shirtless merchant passes by in these waters and, for good luck, hurls a handful of flaky foodstuffs into the water.
Seraph Lanval - whose manifestation is in the shape of a portly, barefoot, long-bearded middle-aged drunkard in better robes than he has right to wear - opens up as he sees misattributed tribute. He's not one to let foodstuffs go to waste. He rises towards the surface of the water as the storms intensify, when...
"HOY! Yooooooou!" Snarls a... fish? "Are you daft?! Filchin' a fine meal, you are!"
"Mmmm? Oh, ya come here often...?"
"I don't take kindly to that! I don't take kindly to that at all! Why, of all the places I've mapped, I'd send you to next week!"
The Seraph doesn't get much of a chance to respond. Lightning strikes dramatically as the talking fish's tail slaps him upside the chin, and all goes... dark.
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It's a clear sky at Dragon Roost Island. Several grown-ups among the Rito are having themselves an argument along its coast with a younger mailman over refusal to fly through terrible weather. Whether one sympathizes with the uncertainties and fears of the younger generation of mail carriers-to-be, or the stalwart traditions of the older generation, there is an elephant in the room.
...More like a man in the sand, because blatantly laid out in front of them is Seraph Lanval, face down in the sand as the waves lick at him. Not one makes a move to check on him. They don't even seem to acknowledge that someone has even washed up there at all. At least two (should) have him in direct line of sight, but they carry on their argument as it is.
Beyond this, it seems an ordinary day at Dragon Roost Island.
<Pose Tracker> Medli has posed.
In near-humorous contrast to the squabble happening on the beach, the gentle strumming of a harp floats down from high atop the mountainous isle. It's the same few notes over and over -- if this were any other instrument, it would be certainly be obnoxious. Such is the privilege of the harp.
"Medli," comes a sullen voice, from the entryway to the little cliff. "Everyone's saying there's a weird guy here. Down on the beach."
Red eyes light up as a young Rito girl quiets her harp with a hand. "Really? A stranger? That's so exciting! Where are they, prince Komali?"
"The beach, down by the wind shrine." A young Rito boy replies, hunched into himself around an enormous pearlescent sphere. "But I don't know if you should--"
"It'll be fine!" Medli says, standing. With a quick bow to the young boy in front of her, she turns to look over the cliffside. There's a gathering of Rito on the beach, just as Komali said. "I'm going to go talk to them!"
Before the prince can ask her to do otherwise, Medli has attached her harp to her back, and hopped onto the edge of the cliff. Another quick hop takes her off the edge and into the air. White feathers appear around her arms in a flurry of movement, and the young girl floats on the breeze, gliding down to the crowd.
"Excuse me, please!" Medli calls. "Please let me through!"
Barely interrupting their conversation, the Rito adults move aside. Medli hurries up to the man face-down in the sand. "Hey, are you alright?" Kneeling, she taps him on the shoulder. "Can you hear me?"
Should Seraph Lanval raise his head, he'll be greeted by the visage of a young teenage girl, albeit one with a large bird's beak. Long auburn hair is swept into a ponytail, pooled on the sand behind her as she kneels. She is clad simply in a grey tunic, with some decorative symbols of her people -- but by far the most interesting thing about her is the harp on her back. Glinting gold in the sunlight, it practically radiates a sense of destiny.
<Pose Tracker> Medli has posed.
In near-humorous contrast to the squabble happening on the beach, the gentle strumming of a harp floats down from high atop the mountainous isle. It's the same few notes over and over -- if this were any other instrument, it would be certainly be obnoxious. Such is the privilege of the harp.
"Medli," comes a sullen voice, from the entryway to the little cliff. "Everyone's saying there's an argument down on the beach."
A sigh, as a young Rito girl quiets her harp with a hand. "Really? Again? They always get like this after storms... Where is it this time?"
"The beach, down by the wind shrine." A young Rito boy replies, hunched into himself around an enormous pearlescent sphere. "Father sent me to ask you to help calm them down."
"It'll be fine." Medli says, standing. With a quick bow to the young boy in front of her, she turns to look over the cliffside. There's a gathering of Rito on the beach, just as Komali said. But, there seems to be an odd lump on the beach as well? It almost looks like a person. "I'm going to go talk to them!"
Before the prince can express anything else, Medli has attached her harp to her back, and hopped onto the edge of the cliff. Another quick hop takes her off the edge and into the air. White feathers appear around her arms in a flurry of movement, and the young girl floats on the breeze, gliding down to the crowd.
There is an odd shape down on the beach. It's a man! Why is everyone ignoring him, he clearly needs help!
"Excuse me, please! That man is in need!" Medli calls. "Why aren't you helping him? Please let me through!"
"What are you talking about, Medli? Nothing's wrong with this idiot, he's just too precious to go out in a bit of wind." One Rito replies, gesturing to his fellow mail carrier.
"Ay, don't get in my space." Replies the other, frowning. "I'm not dying for some idiot to get a letter."
Barely interrupting their conversation, the Rito adults move aside. What is going on? With a moment of glancing between her elders in distress, she shakes her head. If they won't do anything, it's up to her! Medli hurries up to the man face-down in the sand. "Hey, are you alright?" Kneeling, she taps him on the shoulder. "Can you hear me?"
Should Seraph Lanval raise his head, he'll be greeted by the visage of a young teenage girl, albeit one with a large bird's beak. Long auburn hair is swept into a ponytail, pooled on the sand behind her as she kneels. She is clad simply in a grey tunic, with some decorative symbols of her people -- but by far the most interesting thing about her is the harp on her back. Glinting gold in the sunlight, it practically radiates a sense of destiny.
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Lanval has posed.
A concerned young girl rushes to the beach to the most interesting sight. As she approaches, the ocean breeze takes on something of a... purer quality? It's tough to describe as the oceans here are healthy, but there's a grandiose sense of scale in approaching this individual. Water, in all of its forms great and not... and the faint smell of alcohol. When she taps the washed-up individual in the shoulder, there's a sense of touch but something about the weight feels off - in that there's less mass than there ought to be.
Another Rito nearby takes off and ascends, towards a rising view of Dragon Roost and the skies above.
THE LEGEND OF ...Medli? (R)
Lanval's... Awakening?
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Suddenly, this triumphant epic upswell of music deflates into a mess of discordant notes. There's a loud sound of breaking glass that grabs the attention of any number of other Rito dwelling here. Someone mumbles something about a dropped valuable something-or-another that may draw attention back into the cavernous homes of the people of Dragon Roost Island, and that's... that.
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"Mmmph." The washed-up man mumbles, rolling to a side, rocking back and forth to rise up. "Mmm..." He opens his eyes, partially, to the pleading of the young girl in front of him... and a growing, kind of silly-looking smile, emerging from a long, silver beard that ends in aquamarine-colored tips. It strongly resembles a waterfall, to look at it. He's not bald, but if one were to describe the hair, they'd start at the beard. There's a lot of beard.
"'m all right. Thanksh~" He slurs, in a way that can be hard to understand to the uninitiated. "Ain't every day ya come acrossh a mortal that can tell yer there!" A what?
He gingerly picks up something next to him nearby. It's a small drinking gourd, attached to a rope... but it does seem to have embedded itself a bit deeper into the wet sand than something of its shape and size normally would manage on its own. He hoists it like it's an effortful burden to heft.
He brings a finger to his chin, parting the hairs underneath like he were interrupting a waterfall as he scratches. "I'm Seraph Lanval... a Water Seraph. Goin' fer a shwim anywhere ain't a problem fer me. Drownin'... well. Breathin' ish jusht a hobby fer me! Ha ha ha!"
He doesn't look injured at all. No bruises, no scars! Not choking or coughing up anything, of the sort. There's a subtly etherial quality to him that's tough to pick up to the uninitiated if they're already confusing him for a normal flesh-and-blood individual.
"Thanksh fer yer kindnessh. Sho," one eye opens up a bit more. "what'sh yer name?"
<Pose Tracker> Medli has posed.
Lazily, the arguing Rito men wander back toward the caverns, leaving Medli alone with their guest (?). She watches them leave with some distress. Why aren't they helping? What is this? The adults weren't always the most considerate people, but they'd never just abandon someone in need.
"Oh! You're alive!" Medli says, scooting closer on her knees to examine the man as he gets up. Brilliant red eyes are wide and curious, darting to take in every detail of this odd person. Wow, what a beard..! She's never seen one quite so magnificent. Part of her wants to reach out and touch it. But that would be rude!
The man speaks! Thank goodness! "U-um. What?" Medli's brow furrows, and she tilts her head at the man. "A mortal..? Sir, um. I think you may have sun stroke. Do you think you can walk? I'll help you! Or I can try healing you right here. I'm not very good, but I'll do my best!"
"Er--" Medli pauses as Lanval picks up the gourd. Is he just drunk, after everything? "S--sir, um, I don't think it's a good idea to drink more of that. You need some fresh water!"
Woah. The bear really moves like water! Medli's worry is momentarily pushed away from pure wonder, and she openly stares at the beard. "It's nice to meet you, Mister Seraph Lanval. But... you don't need to breathe?" Curious little hands come up, reaching out for that beard. She just can't resist. One tentative finger pokes it. "What's a water seraph? How are you okay after all this?"
Even without examining him, it's clear the man -- seraph? -- isnt' injured. He really just looks like the adults after a night of celebrating. And there's something a little different about him. Something that makes Medli think of the Great Dragon Valoo, just a bit. Another inquistive look. "...why didn't the adults help you? It was like they didn't even know you were here."
"My name is Medli. I'm the attendant to the Great Dragon." She stands up, bows, and then kneels back down again. "Mister Seraph Lanval, are you sure you're alright? I'm happy to help get you to the doctor! Maybe it'd be a good idea to get checked out, just in case?"
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Lanval has posed.
"Mmm." Lanval murmurs. It's not an annoyed grunt, more of a low hum as Medli expresses gratitude for his well being and her offer to help. "'m all right, but I won't shay no~"
When Medli expresses confusion about being called a mortal, he realizes that oh yeah, he's getting ahead of himself. There might be other Seraphim who would be tired of explaining themselves to the increasing numbers of mortals who can see and interact with them, but after so many centuries... not him! Not him at all...!
He has a knowing smile about needing 'some fresh water. He allows her to poke the beard. It does have the sensation of rapidly falling water, that misty, clean, crisp quality even as the textures of that beard should feel as it 'normally' does. He just has a laugh at it, like it's entertainingly novel.
"Oh... that! The people not noticin' me. Got a bit ahead of myshelf~" He admits, as Medli finishes introducing herself. "Medli... that'sh a pretty name! 'n a beautiful harp, if I can shay sho." He's seen some beautiful harps in his time. ...And also some merely functional ones. ...And at least one that masqueraded as a harp but in reality was something that even 'noise' would be too kind for.
"Mmmm. Guessh I better explain, here, lemme... shtand up." Lanval can stand up. Can. He does get upright, in the technical sense. Then he lifts a foot up, leans forward, and puts it down. Lanval can walk. He has seen people do it for hundreds of years. He should not have an excuse for not knowing how to walk.
The way he stumbles, pirouettes, and all but dances along towards a rock he can sit down on. The concept of locomotion seems to exist largely in the space of 'a thing of amusement' to him, but there's a grace and balance throughout the near-pratfalls and outright silliness.
"Don't be upshet 'bout the grown-up people... mm. Truth ish, I'm kinda more like... how ya put it. A shpirit!" He holds up a finger. "My kind don't even ushually live here on Filgaia. Where I'm from... mosht mortal people can't tell we're there. They lack shomethin' called Resonance." He settles his hands back on the drinking gourd. "Sho ta them, yer talkin' ta thin air!"
"...oh, uh, by the way," he opens both eyes, half-lidded, "if ya ever feel like eatin' food fer a fish, out in the ocean... don't. Biggesht mishtake of my life!"
It's a very serious, solemn look for a moment. He lightens up. "Anyway, that'sh... 'bout the short of it. Ash it happensh, I sherve ash the Oracle of Schturdark... Guardian of Water. Sho, uh, I end up in the water a bunch! Me washin' up anywhere ain't a big deal."
It is to his friends. He'll find his way back to them and let them know he's okay, but Layna is one of the greatest pirates of the sea he knows. She would probably guess there was chicanery afoot again.
"...Really, though, yer a kind one fer lookin' after me. 'ppreciate it~"
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<Pose Tracker> Medli has posed.
Medli giggles at Lanval's slurred speech, hiding her mouth behind one hand. "You're a funny man, Mister Seraph Lanval. I hope it's okay to say that!" The young girl coos in delight at the feeling of Lanval's beard, her eyes alight with excitement. "Your beard is incredible! Why does it do that? Is it cold to have on your face?"
So many questions. The adults regularly scold Medli for asking too many, and remembering this, she shrinks into herself a little. She doesn't want to upset this guest to their island! Thankfully, Lanval takes this moment to compliment her, and even better, compliments her harp. With a little gasp, Medli immediately brings her harp forward, holding it out for Lanval to examine.
Once more, the sunlight reflects from the golden instrument. The lower part of the harp seems to be solid gold, and has carvings that look like a face. The upper half is made from polished wood, elegantly worked to cradle a few strings. Perhaps it's simply a factor of the well-cared for metal in the sunlight, but it seems to gleam just an extra bit more than it should.
"Thank you so much! My mentor taught me all about how to use it. She said it was an instrument of fate!" A little nervous giggle. "I'm not sure what that means, but I do my best every day to practice and improve. I think I'm okay at it now! I can even use it to help people! Um, for example--"
Standing up straight, Medli plucks a few strings on her harp. Her eyes close in a sort of gentle concentration. The sound is sweet and bright -- this is an instrument lovingly maintained, perfected in every inch. As Medli plays, Seraph Lanval may feel the soft touch of healing sorcery. It's not very powerful, but from the look on her face, she's doing all she can. Once the song ends, Medli opens her eyes, looking eagerly to Lanval. Did he like it?
"Oh! Please be careful, Mister Seraph Lanval!" Medli quickly stows her harp again and scurries after the man. After a particularly deep lurch in one direction, Medli raises her arms, as though to steady the man. The girl is clearly, clearly too small for this.
His odd little walk-dance first worries her, then brings her to giggles again. "You look like a dancer!" Medli chooses a rock next to the one chosen by Lanval, perching on the very edge, looking up at him with wonder.
"You're really a spirit? You're not teasing me?" Medli's eyes practically sparkle. "I'm honored, Mister Seraph Lanval! I'm at your service as long as you're here. Please depend on me for anything you need!" Once again, the girl stands and bows, then sits back down. "I'm happy to play for you, or introduce you to the Great Valoo. We also have a Wind Spirit Shrine -- um, maybe you're related?" She's trying terribly hard to be respectful, despite her obvious curiosity.
Excitement fades a litle as the man goes on. "Oh... How terrible. I'm so sorry that they can't see you. It must be lonely." Medli brings her amrs over her heart. "I'm so glad I can see you. Even if they don't understand, everyone will believe me if I tell them a great spirit has visited us. I'm certain we can arrange a banquet, or a festival. Whatever would honor you in the way you prefer!"
"You ate food for a fish? Oh... You really must be hungry. I think I know what you mean. Those fish are really grumpy unless you let them eat." Medli looks sympathetic. "But if you feed them, they'll tell you secrets! Well, that's what the grown-ups say. I've never met one."
Medli's eyes get impossibly wider as Lanval mentions the Guardian of Water. She doesn't really know what that is, but it sure sounds impressive. "Thank you very much for honoring our humble island, Mister Seraph Lanval. My people would be happy to honor your Oracle. In fact, um..." Medli rummages in a tunic pocket for a moment, then pulls out a large feather. Despite being something that must've fallen from a bird, it's colored pure gold, sparkling in the sunlight. "We Rito treasure these golden feathers. I offer this as a gift of friendship to you and your Oracle."
Holding out the feather, Medli bows her head, the picture of reverence. This is what her mentor would've done, right? Medli was always taught to revere the spiritual aspects of the world, even if she's still untested... Maybe this is a sign she's doing something right, to have an important spirit visit Dragon Roost Island. Yes, this is the right way to handle things!
Medli smiles to herself, head still bowed. Yes. She's doing a good job at being a spiritual attendant. Definitely!
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<Pose Tracker> Seraph Lanval has posed.
Lanval visibly enjoys the demonstration of the harp. He can feel the little joy emanating from someone so happy and proud in their ability to play music. It reminds him of... recent, sadder times where such simply isn't allowed, declared by the one individual who was defined until then of their boundless love of the celebration of life. But that's then, and this is now, just taking in - and subtly, spiritually amplifying - the mirth of the demonstration.
"Ha ha ha! Don't ya worry, if I need shomethin', I'll ashk~*"
* If he finds a booze stash, this may not turn out to be true.
"Ha ha! Nah, we ain't related," Lanval shakes his head. "But yep! I am a shpirit! Mmm. Ta go over what ya ashked earlier... 'm a Water Seraph, sho... in a way, I am water! It ain't cold, or uncomfortable, or nothin'," he scratches at his chin again, as if maybe entertaining a bit of temperature-consciousness. He likes to think he's a room temperature kind of guy, or... slightly cool, old floorboard temperature kind of guy. (what) He nods along about the thing about fish. Right now he's sure his relationship is going to be 'pay forward the fish feed and we won't slap you upside the face again.' He may have accidentally set off a centuries-long grudge! It's... it'll be fine. That's well out of the scope of mortal worries. Sometimes spirits have ages-long disagreements over the strangest, pettiest things and that's how it goes.
The subject drifts along about the matters of feasts and being sad for not being able to be seen. He's just smiling through it.
"Ahhh," he raises a hand and throws it down, "it'sh fine. Now... I do love a good feshtival. Or a feasht! A banquet! Love 'em, buuuuut," Lanval looks up, "next time 'm in the area 'n yer throwin' one fer the Great Valoo, ash ya call 'em... 'll be happy ta take part!"
The matter of the sparkling, golden feather... Medli presents it, and the Seraph stands up, gently walks over (upright! By at least 85 percent!), sets down the drinking gourd to take it in both hands, and he returns the bow. "I accept yer gift...! 'll be shure ta take good care of it!"
When he sits back down, he pulls the gourd right back up onto his lap. He is the Oracle of Schturdark, but hey, if Schturdark at some point - the very embodiment of all the water of Filgaia - decides they specifically want to have a golden feather within their very being, he's here to provide!!
"Mmmm." He opens his eyes half-lidded again. "Now... there'sh other kinda Seraphim out there too. Fire... Wind... Lightning... Ice... Light... Darkness, 'n... Earth, too. Jusht like you, we're all different people. Not everyone minglesh with a mortal. Not everyone'll want ta be a friend. But 'm happy ta be one!"
He lets that tone down a bit more gently. He knows there's more nuance to share about Resonance and what it reveals about the world... but this young girl here, he can tell already, is strong of heart. He doesn't want to worry her over something that hasn't happened here by his reckoning.
"If ya wanna keep playin' the harp, I don't mind! Yer harp playin'... don't think I've heard anything ash beautiful ash that in a long, long time." Possibly... ever. He smiles gently. "Wouldn't wanna keep ya from the Great Valoo up there neither if that'sh gonna be a problem~"
<Pose Tracker> Medli has posed.
Medli laughs in delight, feeling her spirits soar at the end of her little performance. That's the best she's ever played that song..! She truly must be doing a good job. With a soft blush, she takes a bow, before sitting back down.
"You're water..? That explains how you survived washing up on the beach like this. That's so amazing! I've never met anyone like you before." Medli eagerly watches ever single one of Lanval's movements, as though even scratching his chin was a sacred, impressive action. "I'm very glad it's a comfortable state to exist in. If I was water, I'd be worried about drying up, I think. But it looks like that doesn't happen to you!"
"I'd be honored to have your company, Mister Seraph Lanval! I'm certain the Great Valoo would be able to see you as well. He's a very ancient and powerful being, far more than I am. I'll be certain to have a letter sent -- um." Medli tilts her head again. "...can you get letters, if most people can't see you?"
As Lanval takes the feather, Medli beams up at him, straightening up to sit on her rock. Wow, he even bowed..! What a gentle and courteous spirit. It was definitely worth sacrificing her golden feather. It won't take too long to save up for another one. "Thank you, Mister Seraph Lanval. You honor me!"
Each new piece of information is greeted with an eager nod and an excited smile. "I hope I can play host to many of them! As many as would like to visit our humble island. Um, the ones who want to be friendly, of course. I certainly don't want to cause any trouble..." A look of uncertaintly, but -- it's quickly banished as Lanval offers his friendship. "Thank you! I've never had a spirit for a friend before." A giggle. "This is all so exciting."
"I'd be happy to play for you. It's one of my main duties, so I can play for quite a long time before I need rest. And, um, thank you so much! Everyone here is used to my harp, so nobody really compliments me anymore. It makes me really happy to know it's pleasing enough for a great personage like you."
Once more, the harp is pulled from her back. The young Rito girl begins a simple melody, notes rising and falling in a lovely little song. "And please don't worry about the Great Valoo. If he needs me, he'll call. He's very, um. Loud!" Medli glances up at the top of Dragon Roost Island's highest peak. All appears calm.
"Mister Seraph Lanval, if I could beg a favor... Could you tell me what the outside world's like? I've never been away from my island, you see." A few moments of silence as Medli completes a complicated series of notes. "I'm so curious. But even when my wings grow in properly, I won't be able to leave, as I'm the Great Valoo's attendant. It's--" Medli's shoulders droop a bit, but she catches herself before she speaks against her people's protector. A smile is worked up. "It's an honor. I'm truly very blessed."
Warring with herself for a moment, the girl closes her eyes. "But I really want to know! I want to meet more people! I want to see more things!" It's as though she has to hide her wishes from herself. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it. So please, if it wouldn't be too much of a bother..."
<Pose Tracker> Seraph Lanval has posed.
Assurances are given, clarifications are made as to Seraph Lanval's nature. Surely, this means the next time he's found floating face-down in a large body of water motionless for extended hours on end that it'll be fine! (It truly is, but, some things can never not look morbid even with the proper context.)
"They don't compliment ya?" Lanval looks surprised by that. "Mmm... their lossh. It'sh important not ta loshe grashp of a shmall joy in life..." He says, solemnly, as he lifts the drinking gourd up to his lips and has himself a taste of the piece of the water of Filgaia he carries with himself. The smile's still there, remains there.
"If it ain't a problem, hey, play ash long ash ya want!" After all, if she's going to offer, and there's no chance of missing a call from the Great Valoo... well. Brings him back to the earliest days of when he first decided he wanted to live along mortals, so very, very long ago.
"Hey! 'm blesshed too, y'know~" He laughs along. He might laugh less if the Great Valoo gets as loud as Medli is emphasizing, but...
He makes himself comfortable. "All right... that'sh a fair trade. 'll tell ya 'bout my friendsh. Mosht of 'em are mortal, they can get mail, even if I can't." Not unless the mailman is also Resonant and understands that, but that's... not likely. "My friendsh... 'n all the adventure we got up ta-- well." He scratches his chin. Okay, not all the fun adventures. He's had to be told a few times what sorts of things shouldn't be shared with young ones.
He's got plenty of good, clean, fun ones though.
"I mean... a real, real long time ago, I wash happy ta be in one place fer... well, forever, if I had it my way. I shure didn't! Buuuuuut," the smile fades for a moment, as if about to engage in the depths of what he had to witness and be subject to, that saw him scattered out to the greater world. His smile returns.
"'m glad I got the chance. Sho... lemme tell ya 'bout the time..."
He'll tell as many stories as he can before the Great Valoo makes their needs known.