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[ Iramaat isn't quite expecting anyone, but she's still pleasantly surprised when she answers the door. She peers at Marie curiously for a long moment and then flashes a smile. ]

Hello there! To what do I owe the pleasure?

[ Still no face to a name, after all. ]

The pleasure is all mine! My name is Marie Antoinette.

[She offers a bright smile. First impressions are important, after all!]

I am here because you wanted to meet the person who left you Modranicht cookies, is that right? Did you like them?

Marie - that's a lovely name!

[ Iramaat holds her hand out, as if to shake. ]

I'm Iramaat - and I was wondering who would leave cookies. I have to say I am completely charmed - they were delicious.

[And Marie does indeed shake her hand!]

I’m glad to hear this! Truth to be told, I am actually a newcomer to any kind of culinary arts, so to hear that these cookies were enjoyed means a lot to me!

Oh! I've been here... for...

[ Iramaat pauses and taps her chin. ]

Almost a year, it feels like? I'm not good at keeping track of time...

[ After a moment she shakes her head. ]

Either way, for a first-time effort, I ahve to say you've done surprisingly well - oh, do you want to come in? I shouldn't leave you on the front porch.

If you would have me over, I would love to come in. Thank you for the invitation!

[Marie enters and closes the door behind herself. Hopefully that would help them avoid some cold. Not that she minds it much but a whole conversation outside in the middle of winter... yes, it would be better to have it indoors]

You have been here longer than I have. It’s just been a few months for me, but it does feel like much longer.

[ Iramaat bows - maybe a little courtly - and then gestures her inside, ushering her into a lavish sitting room. The people she and her roommates nicked this from had great taste, apparently. ]

Yes... I'm not very much used to having to care about the passage of years.

[ She hums thoughtfully. ]

But here I am! Would you like tea? Water?

Tea would be lovely, thank you! I have no real preference for any kind of tea, so anything would be nice!

[Marie looks around the room and nods in appreciation. That’s the style she is used to, after all! Once she is done admiring the decorations, she takes a seat]

What exactly do you mean by that? Does passage of time not exist in your homeland?

Then I'll just pop in to the kitchen...

[ She doesn't answer that question. Not right away. Instead she vanishes and comes back about a minute later. ]

There - the water's set to boil. Now, ah, what was it you were asking...?

Ah, I was just wondering... Since you mentioned not being used to the passage of time. I was wondering if that is something that’s nonexistent where you come from. Could you tell me about it?

[She takes a seat on the nearest chair]

[ Iramaat slides into the chair next to Marie's with a little shrug. ]

Oh, that! Well - I experienced the passage of time, but... [ She waves her hand. ] I didn't age. Eternally youthful. I didn't have to worry about that sort of thing. Here it's different. It's only been a year or so, but still...

Ah, I see... It was a bit similar for me. I was an existence called a Heroic Spirit and as one, I also did not age. However, I have been human before, so arriving in Aefenglom did not bring anything unknown for me in that matter...

[Marie thinks for a while]

How old are you, Iramaat?

[Right to the point]

Oh, that sounds fascinating. How were you - ah - elevated-?

[ Well, she was going to ask that. Marie's rather blunt question shoots right through everything else and Iramaat blinks for a long moment. ]

Well- [ She frowns and tries to count back. ]

...a few centuries, I should think. I don't really keep track.

[To be honest, Marie also does not exactly look like her human age]

I lived my life as a human until I met my end. However, since the memory of me remained strongly with the society, it became possible to summon me as a type of familiar.

[She’s giving the short version of the story. Workings of the Grail and the Throne of Heroes were quite complicated after all and possibly a topic for another conversation]

How are you taking it, Iramaat? Being made... mortal, I mean.

Oh, it's... alright, I suppose.

[ Which isn't the whole truth, honestly. ]

I'm not sure I much like it. [ Iramaat frowns. ]

Living every day with the knowledge that you could just die any moment. It's awful.

[Yeah, that sounds about as Marie imagined it might have felt to her]

I understand. But wouldn’t that mean that you should live every moment to the fullest? So you would not regret it later...

Regret. I try not to regret, but that's just as new...

[ Iramaat frowns. ]

Mortals are strange, aren't they? Although you used to be one, so I suppose this all old hat to you.

If I am to be completely honest, I am a bit worried. Anything can happen and I won’t be able to just be summoned again.

[She makes a small pause]

And yet, I cannot help but be excited about the return to mortal form.

There is a bit of a thrill, isn't there? The idea that anything might happen...

[ She rests her chin in her hand with a little frown. ]

But worrying about death - I don't like that. Don't like that at all.

I suppose so... I have died before, like I told you. It... was not a good experience.

[And a rather painful one in more than one way, so her expression turns a bit more serious]

Exactly. It sounds... horrible. And I'd rather avoid oblivion as long as I can. But now I live every day knowing that it's getting closer.

Awful.

[ She frowns. ]

It’s... not like this, you know? As long as others remember you, you stay alive in their hearts.

[And in the case of Marie, a Heroic Spirit, this is very much literal]

Is that life, though...?

[ Iramaat frowns. ]

I suppose it will have to do. Nothing else for it.

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