May squeezed his paw tightly. “You do not need to keep these memories, skunk, but you cannot leave.” She added in a near whisper, “Please do not leave me.”
His nod was jerky, distracted, but was still a nod.
And yet, the room was empty. Perfect time to pull the late-to-the-meeting power move.
+Sure enough, 11:00 rolled around
((…))
In the most stunning display of forking ey’d ever seen, True Name began to change.
Ioan had seen eir share of Dear’s exhibitions, not to mention those of other instance artists the fox had introduced em to along the way, and the forking involved in all of them had been perfect. They were well rehearsed dances of duplication that told a story.