oia
You decide to start with the local flora and fauna. The records that you have are, as one would expect, three hundred and nine years out of date.Though it might seem a tedious task to nearly anyone else, to your mind starting with the basics and building your way up is the only method that makes any sort of sense. It fills you with a sense of calm to know that there is a clear outline for what you ought to do and the order in which you ought to do it. So as the man walks into the center of the bridge, you feel your quill stutter in your hand as your eyes take him in. You aren’t really seeing any characteristics of him, moreso it is his mere presence here that has thrown you.
You are working. This is meant to be a closed environment (though it absolutely isn’t), and for several long moments you are entirely frozen with the sort of indecision you typically feel in these situations. Without Kai to guide you, you simply sit and stare, allowing your passive to take hold and further bury you in the surrounding environment.
After several moments of nothingness from both of you, a unicorn suddenly appears on the bridge. Your blue eyes blink. Without thinking your hand begins to move, sending bits of moss and pebbles tumbling away from you as you furiously begin to take notes. You list things about Loren that seem mildly relevant—health, objects used and such—as well as several notes regarding the magic displayed. Summoning seems an obvious answer, but of course there are variations on that magic. Waiting with a studious interest now, you watch to see what will become of the unicorn and indeed, whether any other summoned creatures might pop into existence. Vaguely you consider the tensile strength of the bridge, but not insofar as it makes you concerned for this stranger. You rarely feel concern. Merely you are aware that your observation may end abruptly should he summon something large enough to make the bridge collapse around him.
You are working. This is meant to be a closed environment (though it absolutely isn’t), and for several long moments you are entirely frozen with the sort of indecision you typically feel in these situations. Without Kai to guide you, you simply sit and stare, allowing your passive to take hold and further bury you in the surrounding environment.
After several moments of nothingness from both of you, a unicorn suddenly appears on the bridge. Your blue eyes blink. Without thinking your hand begins to move, sending bits of moss and pebbles tumbling away from you as you furiously begin to take notes. You list things about Loren that seem mildly relevant—health, objects used and such—as well as several notes regarding the magic displayed. Summoning seems an obvious answer, but of course there are variations on that magic. Waiting with a studious interest now, you watch to see what will become of the unicorn and indeed, whether any other summoned creatures might pop into existence. Vaguely you consider the tensile strength of the bridge, but not insofar as it makes you concerned for this stranger. You rarely feel concern. Merely you are aware that your observation may end abruptly should he summon something large enough to make the bridge collapse around him.
of course it's exhausting, having to reason all
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
