OIA
This is when you're uncertain about how to be you. On the one hand you agree that all things ought to be able to run their course. On the other hand there are certain unnatural things (like, a fiery luxere in this part of the world), that you wonder if you shouldn't perhaps stop. So having arrived (the how and such hardly matters, now does it?) you stare at the creature with wide blue eyes.
"That tree is a portal. The inhabitants of this land will not view its destruction kindly. Even being tampered with, intentionally or not, is very likely to inspire anger and violence on the part of the human animals."
You pause, holding open your notebook. "If you can give some indication of your level of understanding or preferred method of communication, that would be very helpful."
Oia oia's at it.
"That tree is a portal. The inhabitants of this land will not view its destruction kindly. Even being tampered with, intentionally or not, is very likely to inspire anger and violence on the part of the human animals."
You pause, holding open your notebook. "If you can give some indication of your level of understanding or preferred method of communication, that would be very helpful."
Oia oia's at it.
i think i'll pass on the summer
don't wanna fall for it this time
don't wanna fall for it this time
