Quanil was more than happy to babble talk about their curiosities. "Well, I was wondering how banshees knew their prey from someone else, especially if they're chasing after them. I asked Provost Silversmith - this was at a lecture he was giving, y'see - about that. And what would happen if you had a relay system set up, with three people who were dressed up to look like each other, and they could just hide behind certain trees along the way through, swapping out in order to keep one person from getting too tired. Would the banshee give up eventually? Would they go from one person to the next or do they instinctively know which one was their initial target?" They stopped themselves before they really got going on a tear and just added, "It's safer to wonder about than to attempt, obviously."
They picked at their memorial idly while they listened to her. Frankly, everything sparked Quanil's interest, especially things about the Loreseeker's Guild. But then she smiled at them, which was rare, and asked after their own work.
"Oh." They looked back down at the memorial as if they'd forgotten all about it, even though they were playing with it at the moment. "This is for Herri. He didn't make it out of the Fiat Lux Festival... um... events this year. I didn't know him very well, but I can't imagine someone who doesn't deserve a memorial. And a lot of his family are gone already, so there aren't a lot of people to remember him." They picked it up and held it out at arms' length. "It's kind of generic, just a remembrance of the seasons Herri did manage to live through, but... well, it's something, any way." They set it back down. "Yours is nicer, because it's personal."
They picked at their memorial idly while they listened to her. Frankly, everything sparked Quanil's interest, especially things about the Loreseeker's Guild. But then she smiled at them, which was rare, and asked after their own work.
"Oh." They looked back down at the memorial as if they'd forgotten all about it, even though they were playing with it at the moment. "This is for Herri. He didn't make it out of the Fiat Lux Festival... um... events this year. I didn't know him very well, but I can't imagine someone who doesn't deserve a memorial. And a lot of his family are gone already, so there aren't a lot of people to remember him." They picked it up and held it out at arms' length. "It's kind of generic, just a remembrance of the seasons Herri did manage to live through, but... well, it's something, any way." They set it back down. "Yours is nicer, because it's personal."
