Tale as Old as Time

"I think it might have to be something that people were careful how they used...but it could be useful too." A catharsis, as long as it didn't become an obsession; he knew the temptation would be there to overuse a connection to home, but maybe The Voice could impose some kind of limit (he was sure that this would be bemoaned as a cruelty, though. The Ascended could rarely do anything right for Caido.) Sam huffed a breath of laughter; he had noticed the wide and enamoured eyes Quanil watched the Loreseeker leader with. "I suppose it's better to have vocal fans than detractors." He was sure with age and time the young new Loreseeker would get over the intense admiration: not that Jigano wasn't worthy of it, but it wasn't healthy to worship anyone unconditionally. He'd learnt that. "Yes...ah. Well, tell him I'll see him as soon as he can back in the Hollowed Grounds." Sam smiled and motioned for the waitress to come over to pay (with whatever he paid her with i have no idea) and stood up ready to go as well. "Thank you for the chat, Jigano. It's always a pleasure." {fin} Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child