[ He repeats it, and even in his infinite calm, makes it sound like a death knell. Deep and slow, as he folds both of his hands around Silco's and shakes it, just the once. A firm, methodical motion. Like he's operating on a script: first, introductions, then, handshakes. Precise, efficient. ]
All things of this realm are novel to me. I hail from a world passionate about exploration and discovery, where those with the greatest will pour themselves into a geographical anomaly known as 'the Abyss'. The soul, of course, is a subject I have spent a great deal of time examining in the world I survived. My own, included. To arrive in this realm, where such a topic remains bountiful? How lucky I am.
[ Even-keeled, he slides his hands behind his back, into the small of his spine above the steady, ribbon-like flow of his tail. It lashes, lapping at the air like waters against the shore, as much a marker of interest as his conversational ease. He seems to care not a whit whom he speaks with, not the way they look, nor the topics they bring. ]
I have yet to speak with the Lady of Highstorm, though at recommendation, I shall endeavor to move it to the top of my list. It was she who took us all from the ruins of our former worlds, was it not? I must thank her for allowing me to continue advancing.
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[ He repeats it, and even in his infinite calm, makes it sound like a death knell. Deep and slow, as he folds both of his hands around Silco's and shakes it, just the once. A firm, methodical motion. Like he's operating on a script: first, introductions, then, handshakes. Precise, efficient. ]
All things of this realm are novel to me. I hail from a world passionate about exploration and discovery, where those with the greatest will pour themselves into a geographical anomaly known as 'the Abyss'. The soul, of course, is a subject I have spent a great deal of time examining in the world I survived. My own, included. To arrive in this realm, where such a topic remains bountiful? How lucky I am.
[ Even-keeled, he slides his hands behind his back, into the small of his spine above the steady, ribbon-like flow of his tail. It lashes, lapping at the air like waters against the shore, as much a marker of interest as his conversational ease. He seems to care not a whit whom he speaks with, not the way they look, nor the topics they bring. ]
I have yet to speak with the Lady of Highstorm, though at recommendation, I shall endeavor to move it to the top of my list. It was she who took us all from the ruins of our former worlds, was it not? I must thank her for allowing me to continue advancing.