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[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[Argentine is crouching on stone pillar which he's brought with him. He was resting, just thinking, and decided to sit here in the hopes of running into someone. The snow, however, has taken him off guard and he tips his head up to look at the sky.]

...Is there art dreaming somewhere? [He reaches up a gloved hand to catch some snow.] How strange.

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[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[Have a Emilia; watching with faintly narrowed eyes] ...Doth art dream or is it but fingers bound to a paper?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[That's some fancy speak he hears. He turns to her.]

The dreams of art are the dreams of the Creator and of the appreciator, scattered through a prism.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[You gotta love Shakespeare; intricacy ahoy!]

'Tis said that humankind grows closest to the Lord through prayer and blood; yet grandness as this presents a second [She pauses and reaches out with a hand; catching a snowflake more through luck than anything else] ...This doth not feel of art.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He catches another snowflake as well and looks closely at it.]

I believe you're right. It would feel differently if it were art. But this snow is still unnatural.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

From the lights above; they dost not appear without cause- a strange days night when they come [She frowns deeply; still examining her snowflake- even as it slowly melts from her body heat] ...I sense that thou hast not watched this fall afore?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He turns his attention back to her.]

Speaking abstractly, I have seen the snow fall. But I have not experienced it myself. The outside world is still new to me.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She nods, looking rather thoughtful] Many doth not want the true world; palaces art sweeter.

Aye, yet I didst mean upon this land.

[ex_fatalist246]

[snow is collecting on Satoshi's head, but with single-minded linefacey, he regards Argentine just to be sure the snow won't do any damage. He doesn't doubt the craftmanship, but Argentine was in storage for a really long time]

Are you looking for something?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[There's already stone clinging, unmelting, to Argentine's hair. He considers Satoshi for a moment.]

The Creator could be called one who was often dissatisfied with his company, couldn't he?

[ex_fatalist246]

It's one way to describe him. Why?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

Is it considered a bad thing?

[ex_fatalist246]

[considering Argentine right back]

It isn't the happiest way to be.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

Are you that way as well?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

[A scarf wrapped tightly around her neck Ai can't help but pause when she hears him speak, glancing up at the snow falling around them.] But don't strange things happen all the time here?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He looks down at her, tilting his head.]

Is this no longer noteworthy to you?

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

I didn't say that. Just, when compared to what I've heard about this place, it's only snow.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

I suppose. But even small wonders can lead to a grand discovery.

[asmallamoroso.livejournal.com]

I suppose so. It would not be the first.

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[He nods, then tilts his head.]

Is there something inherently wrong in a person who is choosy in the company they keep?

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

Does snow got something to do with art dreaming?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

It may. It probably doesn't in this case.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

I don't know much about all that. Why would it snow when art dreams?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

It would depend on the artwork. Some art feels very close to snow. Snowscapes are rarer but still beautiful.

[shewalks-away.livejournal.com]

So does it go and do anything special when you dream?

[artiscordis.livejournal.com]

[he shakes his head.]

I was in disrepair for much of my life. Now I am too busy to dream. Most of my powers are gone.