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02-06-2017, 05:45 PM
The doe - or was it the grove? - seemed to share that annoying trait of taking words much too literal with someone else Erthë knew. The long tail wrapped around a hind leg to prevent the mild exasperation she felt from showing (would it be that kind of conversation again) but the slight mare still made an attempt at clarifying herself before she could stop herself. "Yes, that might be true... But if I heard the call, someone else might have heard it too. I simply wanted to... You know what? Never mind." There seemed to be little point in explaining herself, and when the doe showed no inclination of returning the courtesy of giving her name, Erthë merely waited to see if the creature had more to say. Perhaps it did not have a name? Perhaps there was something urgent that made her summon Erthë, and this was no time for introductions. For all that the doe claimed to know her, the Sage did not have any recollections of ever meeting anything as beautiful and strange as this being... But. After all that she had seen, Erthë knew she really ought not be surprised by anything she saw in Helovia. The land was rife with magic, and a doe speaking with the voice of the earth was just another of those anomalies that appeared from time to time. Could an anomaly be common, and did that mean it was really not abnormal at all? She considered the question with tilted head, turning it over in her mind in an attempt at finding hidden meanings, ulterior motives. An initial thought had her wonder if the doe meant herself - but she discarded it again, not recognizing herself as very pretty or, indeed, particularly broken. "Some would say that a thing become more beautiful for having been broken. The imperfection would lend to character and intrigue, as the story behind the damage enriches its history... and add value beyond the superficial. I would like to think that is true." She regarded the pale deer, entertained by the curious question. The simple answer to the question would have been yes, but somehow this whole situation made her weigh her words quite carefully, and after all a mere agreement would have been boring. How could you engage in conversation if too much agreement removed the possibility of debate? Waiting for the rain I'm bracing for the thunder A twig that wouldn't sway in the wind |
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