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starmap[ A - Anywhere (Afternoon/Evening) - Open to all! ]
The astronomer, having newly awakened, is taking every opportunity he can to touch as many things as possible. He's in the lounge, the dining hall, the hearth room, and more. In fact, he goes between rooms multiple times. He runs his dragon hands over couches, clocks, even food on the dining hall table. He can't stop himself, nor does he want to; being able to feel things is amazing to him.
Every so often, he comes across other residents of the house. If he notices them, he offers what resembles a short bow before continuing his tactile journey. If not, he doesn't stop. They might have to work a bit to get his attention.
[ B - Gardens (Night) - One only please! ]
After wandering through the wondrous gardens for some time, most of which was spent inspecting fluorescent blooms and berries, he finally settles down in a clearing. It's small but lush, containing a little pool at one of its edges. He chooses this place for a particular reason: not its foliage, but its view of the night sky.
He looks up, and there they are. The stars. The astronomer doesn't recognize them as the stars from his dream – or whatever the vision in his mind may be – but they are just as impressive. Upon closer inspection, he sees that he does know what these constellations are. They're familiar to him; he's seen them before, somewhere. His mind is still foggy, but were he to be prompted, he would surely remember things about these celestial bodies.
The astronomer, having newly awakened, is taking every opportunity he can to touch as many things as possible. He's in the lounge, the dining hall, the hearth room, and more. In fact, he goes between rooms multiple times. He runs his dragon hands over couches, clocks, even food on the dining hall table. He can't stop himself, nor does he want to; being able to feel things is amazing to him.
Every so often, he comes across other residents of the house. If he notices them, he offers what resembles a short bow before continuing his tactile journey. If not, he doesn't stop. They might have to work a bit to get his attention.
[ B - Gardens (Night) - One only please! ]
After wandering through the wondrous gardens for some time, most of which was spent inspecting fluorescent blooms and berries, he finally settles down in a clearing. It's small but lush, containing a little pool at one of its edges. He chooses this place for a particular reason: not its foliage, but its view of the night sky.
He looks up, and there they are. The stars. The astronomer doesn't recognize them as the stars from his dream – or whatever the vision in his mind may be – but they are just as impressive. Upon closer inspection, he sees that he does know what these constellations are. They're familiar to him; he's seen them before, somewhere. His mind is still foggy, but were he to be prompted, he would surely remember things about these celestial bodies.
