Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
I chuckle at her response, appreciating her candor, her directness - my first impression was one that was suggested she was very frank and wouldn't hesitate to call out any bullshit, despite her self-proclaimed descriptor of unreasonable. Oftentimes that was simply a way for those whose perspectives were fogged by ignorance to explain away that which challenged their deeply rooted beliefs, their lack of logic and clarity. It was an easy trap to fall into - being a complete newbie here, I myself found my brain attempting to justify this world with swift, dismissive (and incorrect) conclusions, but the scientist in me allowed me to persevere, to pursue the truth in all things, to dig deeper, investigate, and eventually not only survive, but thrive.
It would seem I was the entity that would be investigated tonight however, and I welcomed it - back at my lodging I was in the process of writing down all that I could remember on my homeworld, both for posterity and also for the wealth of medical and farming knowledge that might prove useful in this world. The woman states her birthplace, within the Hallowed Grounds, and I nod, recognising the name of the place, memories of my brief visit there jumping to the forefront of my mind. It was a place that warranted more exploring, more learning, and I was admittedly already restless at the idea of waiting an entire season before the weather permitted access to the portal again - but such was the way of things.
"My homeworld was very simply called Earth, and I lived on a large continent that began on the equator and stretched south, called Australia, though I've been shortening that name to Oz for simplicity's sake here." I offer her as summarised yet informative an explanation as I can on the spot. "My accent is often considered charming to those who hold a different one," I add with a smirk and a raised brow, inviting more questions, more conversation, from this most interesting woman.
It would seem I was the entity that would be investigated tonight however, and I welcomed it - back at my lodging I was in the process of writing down all that I could remember on my homeworld, both for posterity and also for the wealth of medical and farming knowledge that might prove useful in this world. The woman states her birthplace, within the Hallowed Grounds, and I nod, recognising the name of the place, memories of my brief visit there jumping to the forefront of my mind. It was a place that warranted more exploring, more learning, and I was admittedly already restless at the idea of waiting an entire season before the weather permitted access to the portal again - but such was the way of things.
"My homeworld was very simply called Earth, and I lived on a large continent that began on the equator and stretched south, called Australia, though I've been shortening that name to Oz for simplicity's sake here." I offer her as summarised yet informative an explanation as I can on the spot. "My accent is often considered charming to those who hold a different one," I add with a smirk and a raised brow, inviting more questions, more conversation, from this most interesting woman.
CHULANE
