[A twitch of the lips, a twitch of the ears signals Myr's faint wry amusement at that. He appreciates Everett's wishing to spare his sensibilities--given his own distress at many of Aefenglom's "commonplace" magical practices, how could anyone who loved him act any less? But he's had any number of lessons lately that seeking the truth of those around him, those he loves, requires pushing back that distress. And so--
Here they are.] I do appreciate it, dear heart.
[He will insist, though, and so laces fingers together beneath his chin to listen to another story of the Springtide. The metaphysics are--strange, to say the least of it, entirely unlike Thedas, but then Myddvai's about as far from Thedas as one got. Wonderful to contemplate for all that.
Though...something about the way Everett relates this puzzles him, unnerves him. His ears set back a little as he chews on the problem. He'll get it in a moment... But while he's doing that--]
You'd said Vaughan adopted you out of fondness for his old master, [he says, thoughtfully,] so it's expected that the more you're made up of someone's soul, the more you're like him?
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Here they are.] I do appreciate it, dear heart.
[He will insist, though, and so laces fingers together beneath his chin to listen to another story of the Springtide. The metaphysics are--strange, to say the least of it, entirely unlike Thedas, but then Myddvai's about as far from Thedas as one got. Wonderful to contemplate for all that.
Though...something about the way Everett relates this puzzles him, unnerves him. His ears set back a little as he chews on the problem. He'll get it in a moment... But while he's doing that--]
You'd said Vaughan adopted you out of fondness for his old master, [he says, thoughtfully,] so it's expected that the more you're made up of someone's soul, the more you're like him?