diff --git a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/009.html b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/009.html index acc4a7896..c4201a120 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/009.html +++ b/writing/post-self/toledot/launch/sys/Ioan/009.html @@ -26,7 +26,7 @@

Ioan stood and bowed politely. “No problem. Exploring, though? I would’ve thought that you’d know the area around your home fairly well by now.”

The skunk smiled. His features were undeniably those of an Odist — at least those of the skunk variety — while still being unique. They were more masculine in a way that ey could not place. More rugged. Dirtier. Certainly more exhausted. “One never truly finishes exploring a forest. I was climbing the trees.”

“That sounds enjoyable, at least.”

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“Goodness, no.” He laughed. “I am terrified of heights.”

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“Not at all.” He laughed. “I am terrified of heights.”

“Then why–“

“Exploring is a process that is also the goal. Why not undertake that process fully? Surely you know that of us by now.”

Ey grinned, nodding. “I suppose I do, at that. Either way, it’s nice to meet you.”

@@ -127,7 +127,7 @@ and the end of memory lies beneath the roots.

Rather than answering, End Waking took Ioan by the elbow and guided em back to the trail. “Let us get you back so that the berries are still fresh for May Then My Name.”