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"I don't feel anything about her." You reply. You have many thoughts on the subject, but certainly no feelings.
Nodding a bit uncertainly, you turn your gaze back to the luxere. It's far easier to look into her gentle eyes than Loren's blue ones. Not for any particular reason, other than animals are easier to understand than their human counterparts. They don't pretend, other than as an obvious defense mechanism, and other than a few very rare occurrences, they don't lie. Their intentions are more or less obvious, and normally they are not insulted.
You open your mouth to reply, geography having always come easily to you, before stopping. "That part of my memory is gone. But.." Closing your eyes tightly you hold up your hand. Therein the entire content appears, though it is utterly without form or identifying features. Just a shape. The Hollowed Grounds and Greatwood appear on the east, and then a jagged scar of mountains ripple downwards almost directly through the continent.
"You laugh a lot." You note, opening your notebook and recording that observation. You aren't sure of the reason behind it (little of what you've said can be interpreted as being humourous). "Unclear. I have not inspected the storms, though they have been put there by the gods. Do you have any god-level magic?"
Nodding a bit uncertainly, you turn your gaze back to the luxere. It's far easier to look into her gentle eyes than Loren's blue ones. Not for any particular reason, other than animals are easier to understand than their human counterparts. They don't pretend, other than as an obvious defense mechanism, and other than a few very rare occurrences, they don't lie. Their intentions are more or less obvious, and normally they are not insulted.
You open your mouth to reply, geography having always come easily to you, before stopping. "That part of my memory is gone. But.." Closing your eyes tightly you hold up your hand. Therein the entire content appears, though it is utterly without form or identifying features. Just a shape. The Hollowed Grounds and Greatwood appear on the east, and then a jagged scar of mountains ripple downwards almost directly through the continent.
"You laugh a lot." You note, opening your notebook and recording that observation. You aren't sure of the reason behind it (little of what you've said can be interpreted as being humourous). "Unclear. I have not inspected the storms, though they have been put there by the gods. Do you have any god-level magic?"
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.
