OIA'I'O
You have no idea what Ursur's smell like, old or young. You know about them, but only by extension. So it is that as the mother sniffs, you extrapolate as best you can, but apparently the smell of trees and excrement is not convincing. "Kai, can you increase her intelligence to ask her what about my illusion was not convincing?" You call towards your twin, seemingly unaware of the half-tonne ball of white-death.
Pain and your own mortality have never really bothered you much and given that you aren't entirely sure when you'll be in a position to study the maternal senses of a bear when pitted against your magic, this seems a wonderful opportunity that you don't want to waste.
Pain and your own mortality have never really bothered you much and given that you aren't entirely sure when you'll be in a position to study the maternal senses of a bear when pitted against your magic, this seems a wonderful opportunity that you don't want to waste.
