video | un: linneus

[inaurare]

Good day, everyone. I have... a little bit of a predicament I hoped I might ask for some help with. Namely-- well. Naming. My familiar, she-- oh!

[a little chuckle as the light of his familiar glides into the screen and settles on top of his head - feeling for her, a little clumsy, slightly destabilising the camera, but careful as he tries to find her. She settles in his hair, shifting contented colours]

She found me as soon as I arrived but I have been... wary of choosing a name for her. Not least because I've little experience naming things and I fear that if one can have a sense in naming things mine must be terrible! But I have been here almost three months at this point and I'm not sure it is fair she go nameless forever.

I hoped perhaps it might be possible to collect suggestions, that she may choose from - she has not spoken with me, but she has ways of making her preferences abundantly clear...! She enjoys cakes, small candies and fruited teas, and though she tends often to be around me, I can usually tell she has been here or there as she makes wildflower chains.

[not just for Linneus - most anyone he has ever spoken to has probably received a little chain of flowers as well. His favourites are her favourites.

He... is not sure how to finish off this message. A little pause, a light chuckle, his familiar glimmering into gold atop his head]

I-- thank you for bearing with me. If you have any suggestions I - we - would be quite delighted to hear them!

Comments

[inaurare]

I am glad there are flowers here. I was in another world previously where very little could grow. There was technology to fill the gap, even to the extent of allowing one the pretence of being able to grow something; it could even create wonderful, beautiful things but it was strange to know they weren't really...

[a little gesture with his hands]

Alive, I suppose? It is hard to explain.

[doctorintern]

[ He frowns a little, thinking that over. ] No, I think I get what you mean. It does sound like it'd be pretty artificial.

[inaurare]

It truly was. The technology was new and wonderful to me so I didn't... necessarily question it at first. But it was strange to know that with the technology that let me pretend my interference wouldn't necessarily matter. Whereas-- real flowers are often very much a reflection of the work one puts in to tending them.

[backtracking, explaining that hesitation]

Or anything real, I suppose. But forgive me, this is a heavy topic for a first introduction. My name is Linneus.

[doctorintern]

I suppose that's true. Although one of the amazing things about nature is that it can also push on without much influence from us. When left alone, life can grow and bloom all on its own, if given the chance.

It's nice to meet you, Linneus! I'm Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera! You can just call me Fenton.

[inaurare]

It can. But I like to care for things - to see them grow. It is small, but I can find fulfilment that way. Or perhaps I am simply a terrible meddler...!

Ah--

[about to interrupt after the introduction and catching himself, a nod of appreciation at the offer]

--thank you, forgive me, I did wonder whether I might be able to call you by anything shorter. Just Fenton, then.

[a curious name - a curious individual, but there had been no shortage of those in the last world, either.]

[doctorintern]

[ He shakes his head a little. ] I wouldn't call you a meddler at all! Even if nature is able to manage all on its own, there isn't anything wrong with giving it some help! Watching something grow and develop, and knowing you had a part in it, can definitely be satisfying!

[ While not entirely the same, it is similar to how he feels when he's inventing something. ]