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He grins at you, and for a moment you wonder about the animal kingdom and how it is that human-animals have gone from bearing their teeth as a sign of aggression, to a display of...comedy, praise, happiness, lust, pleasure, approval, appreciation. That is the list Kai gave you anyways and you find yourself wondering what emotion the summoner’s teeth and lip positions are meant to convey.
“Currently on the flora and fauna of the Bone Bridge, as viewed during Flower Birth PC 309. The entirety of the report will include such sections on the entirety of the Hollowed Grounds.” You answer, and were you the type to have control over the tone of your voice, you might well have said it with pride.
He asks your name, and though you do indeed tell him, the word falls from your lips more like the sound of trickling water than a sound most are able to repeat. “Oia’i’o.”
Now that this is a dialogue, you think it has opened certainly conversational doors not otherwise available. “There is a unicorn on the bridge.” You observe. “It appeared in the way summoning magic normally does. Was it summoning magic?” You ask, the words a jumble as your head tilts ever so slightly to the side, quill vertical in your hand as you prepare to note down the response. With Loren sitting as close to you as he is now, he might well see a few scattered notes about himself, a rather accurate drawing of the Bone Bridge, and then several questions about the creature that apparently lives in the mist, as well as questions about the mist itself.
“Currently on the flora and fauna of the Bone Bridge, as viewed during Flower Birth PC 309. The entirety of the report will include such sections on the entirety of the Hollowed Grounds.” You answer, and were you the type to have control over the tone of your voice, you might well have said it with pride.
He asks your name, and though you do indeed tell him, the word falls from your lips more like the sound of trickling water than a sound most are able to repeat. “Oia’i’o.”
Now that this is a dialogue, you think it has opened certainly conversational doors not otherwise available. “There is a unicorn on the bridge.” You observe. “It appeared in the way summoning magic normally does. Was it summoning magic?” You ask, the words a jumble as your head tilts ever so slightly to the side, quill vertical in your hand as you prepare to note down the response. With Loren sitting as close to you as he is now, he might well see a few scattered notes about himself, a rather accurate drawing of the Bone Bridge, and then several questions about the creature that apparently lives in the mist, as well as questions about the mist itself.
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.
