Belril
Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through
But I always seem to get through
Belril, upon the thought of him being an Outlander, has him raising an eyebrow at Wessex as they walked on. "I was born in Torchline," Belril said, a slight frown on his face, not saying further to let the brain assume he was also recently from Torchline.
"What...all can you do as an Ascended," Belril asked, still confused as to why there was such an uproar about them. "I've heard some conflicting things, like being able to tell someone what you're thinking, even from a long distance, without having to say a word or even make a sound, for example."
After saying that, Belril glanced up towards the sky for a moment before returning his gaze back towards Wessex. "And if you can do that...how often do you end up having a conversation interrupted by someone because they have no idea you're having one?"
"What...all can you do as an Ascended," Belril asked, still confused as to why there was such an uproar about them. "I've heard some conflicting things, like being able to tell someone what you're thinking, even from a long distance, without having to say a word or even make a sound, for example."
After saying that, Belril glanced up towards the sky for a moment before returning his gaze back towards Wessex. "And if you can do that...how often do you end up having a conversation interrupted by someone because they have no idea you're having one?"
Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events
Of good and bad events
