Desnia finds other delegates to talk to
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Once they’re far away enough that it’s clear that situation is resolved, she grins at him. 

“I haven’t climbed anything just for the sake of it in a while - I hadn’t realized how much I missed it. 

She’s also bouncing the baby gently as she walks, and he is mostly soothed. 

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"That guard didn't have to be such a killjoy, having fun's not heretical any more."

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“Yelling isn’t illegal either and we were on our way down anyway… I was probably more skittish than I needed to be about it.”

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"Enh, you don't forget to be spooked overnight."

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She shrugs. 

“All’s well that ends well.”

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"Is that a saying somewhere? I like that."

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“My parents used to say it to me. Don’t know where they got it.”

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"Well, it was nice to meet you. Say hi to Desna for me and tell her I want to get back to sailing around as soon as I can."

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“Was nice to meet you to! And I’ll tell Her.” 

She smiles at him very genuinely. 

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And off he strolls.

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Desnia is still smiling as he walks away and she finally puts her baby down to have some crawling time while she sits on the ground with him, occasionally stopping him from putting something in his mouth that seems like it would be a particularly bad idea.

That was refreshing. Jofre is so Good. Or maybe just good? He also seemed like he might be Chaotic, but if she understood things correctly, he couldn’t be Chaotic Good. 

Maybe next time she sees him she’ll ask him why Gozreh wasn’t Chaotic, the description that Jofre had given felt Chaotic to her. It was such a good description and the way he related to his God...ess reminded her of how she had related to Desna when she had been traveling through the wilderness, before the war. 

Her smile fades a little as she skirts around the thought that she’s an unbelievably pathetic cleric of Desna because she keeps feeling overwhelmed by the number of options she has for actions. 

Things were so much simpler before the war. She knew how she was supposed to pretend at most people and mostly only had to try actually talking to people she actually trusted. The thing that seemed most good and the thing that was chaotic and the thing she felt most suited for were all roughly the same thing. She… 

Instead of getting stuck ruminating, she manages to divert her thoughts and begins to pray, while keeping half her attention on the baby. She has mostly only been doing that during her dawn prayers for spells, hasn’t she. After a little while, she feels more settled, and her baby wants her to pick him up again. 

While part of her wishes she’d fished for opportunities to keep talking to Jofre - did he say he stayed on a boat now? she’d never been on a boat on the sea, it’d be nice to experience even if it was just docked at the harbor - she reminds herself that there were several more things she wanted to do tonight. She wants to find someone to look after the baby tomorrow, maybe by finding another delegate around with a kid; find the Contessa? (Condessa?) - find the bald noble Jofre mentioned and see whether she can get her approval for the committee or maybe someone else from it but she’s not sure she would be able recognize any of the other people; and maybe just find other delegates and get more impressions of the convention so far.

She can see if Jofre is interested in spending more time together some other evening. 

She gets back up: can she find anyone else to talk to?

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If she walks in the direction of the park, there's one of the Shelynites, sitting under a tree with her young assistant and a new bodyguard who is doing her best to skulk in the tree's shadows.

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Desnia thinks she recognizes the woman from the religious delegates section. And she has a kid! Though a substantially older one than her own. 

She approaches. 

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Laia hides a yawn behind her fan, but not very well, so that the approaching person will know she's all tuckered out from doing politics but not being rude about it. "Hello."

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Desnia doesn't read anything into the yawn. She's often yawning, herself. 

As she gets closer, she grows more confident in her recognition. She also realizes that the woman gave one of the many floor speeches today. She didn't remember the details but it was something about not outlawing plays. She's never been to a play before and isn't sure if she would like one. But she was familiar with the concept and they didn't seem bad and she didn't want them to ban things that weren't bad and it had been a good speech, at least as much as she could fuzzily recall. 

"Hello - I'm in the religious delegates section with you at the convention. Of Shelyn, right? I liked your speech earlier."

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"Thank you! I believe it convinced the relevant committee that the bill's just got to have a carveout for theater. I'm Songbird Solandra."

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"I'm Voyager Desnia. And I'm glad to hear it was convincing! Did you talk to the committee after the main session? - Or did I miss them adding the carveout? Today was such a long day on the floor, I might not have followed all the arguments completely." 

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"They came and got me from this very park where I'm hiding from all the people at church who will pounce on me for spiritual counseling, to consult on their committee. It was such a long day, wasn't it?"

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Desnia had been tracking presence and movements of the woman skulking, but had taken a minute to guess at her being probably a bodyguard. Right, she had meant to think about whether she wanted one, and then she had forgotten to think about that. Maybe she'll remember this time. 

"It was - are you hiding just from people who want spiritual counseling or from all people?" 

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"I do have Eloi here, and Nera, so if you want to sit with us - well, Nera won't sit on duty, but still - and chat you may."

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She sits and puts her baby on the grass. 

"How old's Eloi? This little one is getting close to a year." 

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"I'm eleven."

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"And how are you finding being eleven? And the city - are you both used to cities?" 

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"We're from Ostenso! Eloi asked to come along to see more of the country and he's made himself very useful."

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"Being eleven's fine?"

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