CHULANE
The spider, Buddy, was settling in well, and I was weirdly pleased that he was likely to be a regular feature in the Kraai. I felt like we had a common history - both of us had just stumbled into this place, suddenly, with little knowledge of how we got here, our lives thrust into the kindness of strangers, given a warm place to sleep and a glass of wine for the night. I smiled to myself as I thought of it, and endeavoured to ensure his ongoing survival in this land.
Weaver's comment causes me to raise an eyebrow in intrigue, shrugging as she declared me much loved by the gods. I was still sceptical that gods even existed, though it was becoming hard to deny that some cosmic, magical force was at play here.
Which was further demonstrated when a fire danced in the palm of Weaver's hand. "Huh," I comment with a note of surprise. "'Abandoned', right? Or do you prefer Mage?" I ask out of pure curiosity, hoping I wasn't being too intrusive, too nosey - I simply couldn't hold back my questions, my desire to know and learn and grow. I was always one to ask directly about things I wanted to know more about - subtlety was not a strength I possessed.
Weaver's comment causes me to raise an eyebrow in intrigue, shrugging as she declared me much loved by the gods. I was still sceptical that gods even existed, though it was becoming hard to deny that some cosmic, magical force was at play here.
Which was further demonstrated when a fire danced in the palm of Weaver's hand. "Huh," I comment with a note of surprise. "'Abandoned', right? Or do you prefer Mage?" I ask out of pure curiosity, hoping I wasn't being too intrusive, too nosey - I simply couldn't hold back my questions, my desire to know and learn and grow. I was always one to ask directly about things I wanted to know more about - subtlety was not a strength I possessed.
The only true wisdom is in knowing
you know nothing
you know nothing
