things and how they seem

oia

Watching with wide-eyed interest now, you actually smile a little at the sight of the birds. You know they aren't properly real, but there's something a bit amazing about that. Something about the sentience that is comprised of almost nothing, something about the metaphysics of where they either do or don't spend their time when not summoned. "Freeze." You say, looking at the one on Loren's shoulder and, it does. Or more properly, time around it freezes.

Leaning forward into that hey-haven't-you-heard-of-personal-space zone, you tilt your head nearly nose to nose with the thrush now. Squinting you take in the detail with an air of awe, and you give off the distinct impression that you could sit this way for hours, staring at the frozen creature. How as Loren mentions that he doesn't mind talking to you, you swallow hard, looking uncomfortable. It's one of the first real emotions that you've showed in any obvious capacity thus far. "Resume." You mutter, and time reasserts itself around the bird as you hastily lean back.

"Yes. My memories relating to my homeland have been taken, but not the people themselves. It is blurred so that I will not make any unnecessary connections between there and here." And not, you know, because of spoilers or anything.

of course it's exhausting, having to reason all
the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.

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