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Hands appeared from unseen limbs, massaging the creature as it made itself into a draconian scarf about the god's shoulders. Every now and then bits of raw meat would appear in deft fingers, offering the morsels to the dragonling as Frey considered Phoebe's answer.
"It could be." Frey replied elusively. "Does control matter, do you think? Now that I have mentioned how your path through the woods might cause others to trip and fall later, will you simply stop walking? It is possible your actions will negatively affect others, even if you don't mean for them to? The real question I think is...do we stop you from walking, or find a way to better strengthen the woods?"
"It could be." Frey replied elusively. "Does control matter, do you think? Now that I have mentioned how your path through the woods might cause others to trip and fall later, will you simply stop walking? It is possible your actions will negatively affect others, even if you don't mean for them to? The real question I think is...do we stop you from walking, or find a way to better strengthen the woods?"
