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"You should ask the Voice." You reply, thinking that an obvious way of gaining the information that Loren was clearly looking for. It makes more sense to you now why he wanted the list of names. It would take some doing, but indeed you could look into it. As it would turn out, Loren would find the answer to his query before you were able to.
Nothing is wrong, you're just a bit overwhelmed by the tactile sensation of the deer and have found absolutely no reason to disentangle yourself from her. At least until Loren comments. Blinking, you pull back to give the summoner a look. "Is my behaviour indicating that it is not?" You ask, not sarcastically as one might think, but with genuine uncertainty.
"The mountains, mostly. To the west of here." You reply, before tilting your head. "A riddle?" Your eyes blink out your pointed uncertainty and expectation. "You would navigate the storms... poorly?" You guess. Much as one might think you like riddles, you don't. They trade on lexical ambiguity and humour that you don't understand.
Nothing is wrong, you're just a bit overwhelmed by the tactile sensation of the deer and have found absolutely no reason to disentangle yourself from her. At least until Loren comments. Blinking, you pull back to give the summoner a look. "Is my behaviour indicating that it is not?" You ask, not sarcastically as one might think, but with genuine uncertainty.
"The mountains, mostly. To the west of here." You reply, before tilting your head. "A riddle?" Your eyes blink out your pointed uncertainty and expectation. "You would navigate the storms... poorly?" You guess. Much as one might think you like riddles, you don't. They trade on lexical ambiguity and humour that you don't understand.
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.
