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@ -58,7 +58,7 @@ She grinned. "Plenty on your plate, then. May I ask how May Then My Name is doin
"Oh, she's alright."
Ey must have hesitated before responding or not kept eir own anxiety out of eir voice, as True Name's expression fell briefly, though it was quickly replaced. "Say hi for me?"
Ey must have hesitated before responding or not kept eir own anxiety out of eir voice, as True Name's expression fell. "Say hi for me?"
Ey nodded. "Of course."
@ -104,7 +104,7 @@ Ioan had to focus on keeping eir expression neutral. True Name hadn't always had
"Uh...well, no," ey stammered, caught off guard by the humor. "Actually, no contact at all. I don't think I've even talked about what happened with the other side of the clade until now."
"'The other side of the clade' is a more appropriate phrase, is it not? We are spread along a spectrum. Those like Dear, May Then My Name, and Hammered Silver at one end, those such as Praiseworthy, Those Who Forge, and Teeth Of Death somewhere in the middle, and then me and my ilk on the other. Death Itself and her stanza, out of all of us, seemed to have escaped that spectrum." The skunk finished her coffee sitting in a silence for a minute, an acknowledgement of the losses from that stanza, then leaned forward to set her cup down before continuing. "To soothe any fears you may have, it was not me who hired Guōweī, nor am I pleased with what happened and how."
"'The other side of the clade' is a more appropriate phrase, is it not? We are spread along a spectrum. Those like Dear, May Then My Name, and Hammered Silver at one end, those such as Praiseworthy, Those Who Forge, and Teeth Of Death somewhere in the middle, and then me and my ilk on the other. Death Itself and her stanza, out of all of us, seemed to have escaped that spectrum." The skunk finished her drink sitting in a silence for a minute, an acknowledgement of the losses from that stanza, then leaned forward to set her cup down before continuing. "To soothe any fears you may have, it was not me who hired Guōweī, nor am I pleased with what happened and how."
"Who did? Do you know?"
@ -126,7 +126,7 @@ The skunk folded her paws in her lap, leaning back against the couch. "What woul
There was the briefest flicker of a wince on the skunk's face at the mention of Jonas, quickly mastered. She replaced it with a smile and gave a hint of a bow. "Yes. In a relatively short time, both have started to fade into a near mythical status. A credit to your skills as a writer, Mx. Bălan."
Ey smiled warily. "Thanks, I guess. Why, though?"
Ey smiled warily. "Thanks. Why, though?"
"Why are they becoming myths?" She shrugged. "Life on the System is shaped by the modes of our existence. Creativity has assumed a level of primacy that was not feasible phys-side, and so successful creative works accelerate more quickly toward myth, here."