Does Quanil have questions?
When don't they have questions? Aside from when the ocean captures them and lulls their brain into something like peace for the first time in their entire life.
"You have really good advice, Miss Valair," they said. She'd given them a good reminder: Loreseekers should seek out and explore on their own, make their own opinions as they discovered the facts. "But it's still good to hear what people think. Especially you. You're a Natural and a Grounder and a Loreseeker - or you were - so your opinion is very important to me. I might end up disagreeing, but you still know this place a lot better than I do.
"And if what you say is true, it doesn't sound like there's anyone else I can count on here. Which... is weird. I wonder why they don't cooperate as much?" Uh oh, here we go. "If everyone only ever looks out for themselves, it must be a very lonely existence here, which is a shame, because it's so lovely! Maybe... perhaps there's something... Beautiful and warm on the outside, but cold and alone within." The last text they'd copied was an old series of epic poems.
"Why would they steal things when we could just trade and both come out ahead? I guess if you're only interested in quantity, then you come out ahead by having 2 instead of 1 but if you didn't need that one thing..."
They caught themselves and chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry! You probably don't know how their minds work; it's silly of me to ask you. I just... sorry, never mind all of those. Um." They cleared their throat to think of a question Miss Valair could answer.
It took them a minute, but then they came up with what seemed like the best question they could ask. They looked from the map up to her and smiled. "Is there somewhere I could go or something I could do that would be helpful for you?"
When don't they have questions? Aside from when the ocean captures them and lulls their brain into something like peace for the first time in their entire life.
"You have really good advice, Miss Valair," they said. She'd given them a good reminder: Loreseekers should seek out and explore on their own, make their own opinions as they discovered the facts. "But it's still good to hear what people think. Especially you. You're a Natural and a Grounder and a Loreseeker - or you were - so your opinion is very important to me. I might end up disagreeing, but you still know this place a lot better than I do.
"And if what you say is true, it doesn't sound like there's anyone else I can count on here. Which... is weird. I wonder why they don't cooperate as much?" Uh oh, here we go. "If everyone only ever looks out for themselves, it must be a very lonely existence here, which is a shame, because it's so lovely! Maybe... perhaps there's something... Beautiful and warm on the outside, but cold and alone within." The last text they'd copied was an old series of epic poems.
"Why would they steal things when we could just trade and both come out ahead? I guess if you're only interested in quantity, then you come out ahead by having 2 instead of 1 but if you didn't need that one thing..."
They caught themselves and chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry! You probably don't know how their minds work; it's silly of me to ask you. I just... sorry, never mind all of those. Um." They cleared their throat to think of a question Miss Valair could answer.
It took them a minute, but then they came up with what seemed like the best question they could ask. They looked from the map up to her and smiled. "Is there somewhere I could go or something I could do that would be helpful for you?"
