[ She'd been about to speak up, when the voice floated nearby. Akua was "making the rounds", as it were, and as she'd been trying to find the new types that caught her attention. (Needed her guidance, is what she would say, but Akua did not feel the Name of Calamity resounding through her, and therefore could not claim the Title.)
This one was talking -- to someone? some thing? She'd thought they were talking to themselves, but... We ?
As she approached, her eyes caught sight of the glint around the back of their neck, and now that, that piqued her curiosity as well. She slid closer, tall and imposing, and dressed to what could reasonably called "the nines" by a normal person, but she wore it as comfortably as a pair of slacks, before she piped up, to address them. ]
You could, but hiding won't last for long. It's a... reasonable thing, to question who's telling the truth. There's, unfortunately, no way to tell. Yet.
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This one was talking -- to someone? some thing? She'd thought they were talking to themselves, but... We ?
As she approached, her eyes caught sight of the glint around the back of their neck, and now that, that piqued her curiosity as well. She slid closer, tall and imposing, and dressed to what could reasonably called "the nines" by a normal person, but she wore it as comfortably as a pair of slacks, before she piped up, to address them. ]
You could, but hiding won't last for long. It's a... reasonable thing, to question who's telling the truth. There's, unfortunately, no way to tell. Yet.