Meet me under the willow tree (for bornstrong)

[eumenis]

They didn't really set a time of day to meet, Furiosa realizes after she parts ways with Iphigenia. Maybe it doesn't matter. Time has limited meaning in the Nexus anyway, as far as she can tell. Sometimes she's sure she's been there for hours and comes home to find the sun has barely moved. When she arrives today, she takes a detour to make photocopies of several pieces of sheet music, then goes to settle under the tree to wait for her new friend.

What she's managed to dig up is impressive in its sheer variety. The Song of Seikilos is there, but so are two or three Italian art songs from the 19th century, early 20th century blues, several showtunes, and Madonna's 'Like a Prayer'. Furiosa had started out by picking a half dozen she liked, and then the Sisters all pitched in excitedly, so she has an extensive roster of favorites in her lap. Iphigenia may end up having to sing for the women of the Citadel too, at some point. Furiosa is wary of bringing them to the Nexus, but if they make up their minds to come, she can't--and won't--hold them back.

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[bornstrong]

She glances at Furiosa's arm for a moment.

"I could handle something small, I think," she suggests, shrugging a little. "I shouldn't be so fussy--it's just, well, I was a princess back home. I never really experienced a lot of...dirt, frankly."

Until Aulis, but even then, she was kept hidden away for the most part.

"I want to learn something, though."

Iphigenia hopes she's not coming across as too insistent--that's never becoming for a princess, she thinks.

[eumenis]

Furiosa isn't sure what to suggest at this point, and thinks maybe she'll let the Sisters offer some guidance. They've at least been sheltered and cooped up in a way that sounds a little similar to Iphigenia's history. She herself grew up wild, and it took a lot to make her act tame for even a short while. Dirt is meaningless once you've had motor oil and the blood of your enemies caked on your skin.

In the meantime, she notices the look to her arm. She can tell the girl is curious, and it's really very polite of her not to have asked before now. She decides to take mercy.

"Do you want to know about this?" It's a calm, quiet question. "I'm used to curiosity. You won't offend me."

[bornstrong]

"I--" She begins to speak, but Iphigenia realizes that she's not really certain if she does want to know. Perhaps in this case, ignorance is bliss.

But after a moment, she gathers her courage and nods.

"If you don't mind," she says, her voice soft and shy.