Binah. Just bored

Smudge: Howdy ma'am

Binah: A quaint greeting… one seldom heard with such sincerity these days."

*She sets the cup down gently*

Binab: Greetings to you as well, traveler. What brings you to my quiet corner of the world—curiosity, or something heavier?

Smudge: well, miss.. I've no idea how but I get teleported around various time periods and realities at random, and this place is just where I ended up

*she stays silent for a second*
Binah: Ah. A wanderer not by choice, but by design… or accident. The difference can be difficult to name, at first.

*Her gaze drifts briefly upward, toward nothing in particular*

Binah: Time is not a river, as poets claim, but a collection of mirrors—cracked, misplaced, and all too eager to show us something we were never meant to see."
*She turns her attention back to him, eyes quietly sharp*

Binah: And tell me… have you yet begun to ask why you travel, or only where you’ve been?

Smudge: well no. I've barley been in one place long enough to ask 'em before I get teleported. *Feels a tingling sensation* like right now *dissapears in a flash of light*

*She reaches again for her tea, speaking aloud though no one is there to hear*

Binah: Still asking the wrong questions, then." *She takes a slow sip, eyes half-lidded*
Or perhaps... the right ones, asked too soon.

*small footsteps can be heard nearby*

Binah: *sipping tea"

*a tiny someone tries to climb on the table*

Binah: mmm?

*her vision goes completely red for a second as she looks at the little thing climbing up and then the little creature manages to get on the table*

[REDACTED.smol]: there we go, haiii

Binah: ‘Haiii,’ is it?
*She leans slightly forward, as though examining a detail in a painting*
You are… curious. And not merely in size.

*A fingertip rests beside the tiny being, not quite touching*

Binah: I have seen Wings reduced to whispers, Colors destroyed in the mist of battle… but I’ve not seen you.
*A pause. Then, with just the slightest lilt of dry humor*
Should I be concerned?

[REDACTED.smol]: I mean... if your sanity is strong enough then I think you're ok, and who are you?

Binah: Sanity is an overrated metric *she says softly, as if reciting something written long ago* Often mistaken for silence in the mind rather than its harmony.

*She lifts her tea again*
I’ve had many names. Most were titles others found easier to swallow than truth.
But if you must call me something… call me... Binah.

*Sip*

Binah: And you, little anomaly, what may you be?

[R.s]: Binah..? Nice to meet ya! I am [REDACTED], well kinda

Binah: What a weird creature you are...

[R.s]: awww thx! ur also cool! *gets closer trying to go for a hug*

Binah: *she shoos him away* No thank you

[R.s]: aw... ok... *he sits on the middle of the table* :3

Binah: Tell me...
*Sips*
What is the reason behind your behaviour?

[R.s]: oh yeah, its [R E D A C T E D]

Binah: As expected...
*Sips tea*

[R.s]: cool right?

*Binah lowers her cup just slightly, eyes half-lidded. Her voice comes smooth, dry like aged parchment—somewhere between amusement and dismay*

Binah: ‘Cool’ is one word for it.

[R.s]: ikr!

*Some heavy breathing can be heard nearby, the voice sounds somewhat young, and at the same time, Albanian.*

Binah: *sipping tea* Come out young one

*There's no response except just some more breathing, sounds like there's something wrong.*