[ Her eyebrow lifted. She would have said something like 'how precocious' but she's certain it wouldn't go over well, and interlopers who questioned everything... Well, she's learned to accommodate the type. The shift in perspective could do things like change an entire nation's trajectory, and entire continent's way of life. She thinks such things, but curbs it, and instead brushed at her shoulder, idly. ]

Oh no, dear. Why would we run to such a useless thing? [ Dear, she said, she calls everyone that though. ]

If they don't turn up, I'll likely start hunting them personally. I find idleness an ill-fit suit, but one that has a certain necessity. There's a space, a pause, before things begin, you see. Where everything hangs in the balance, where the world waits, with breath held, before...

[ She snapped her finger, a shock of sound, slightly louder than a mere snap. ] Everything cascades, and the thrum of our stories takes hold.

You should enjoy this, this pregnant pause before the next cycle begins.