It's not right. Every time he feels like he might find his footing again, he slips on the moving. grinding ice beneath her feet, like the surface of a river dammed by ice in the spring, an equally dangerous. Perhaps he should treat it as such. There is nothing more dangerous than thinking too much when encountering such a river, treacherously stable piles of ice plates stacked and crammed into one another. One must follow one's instinct, or be surely pulled under.
Or perhaps more thinking than he can supply is required. Tuuli might do well.
"What are your sister and her brother-husband's names, here?"
He'll have to figure this out eventually. Track down this Empress, that'll probably be a part of it. But not now. Now he just shoves all of this into a corner of his memory.
"Where are they?"
And all the other people Moon mentioned. They are clearly alone here, and he's getting the distinct feeling that the door out of this place will be hard to find.
"Mei and Hakan are in conversation spaces of their own, on other levels of Liminal Space. Your fellow wolf and Garou are on yet another. Do you wish to join the other Travelers?"
There are no more questions to ask, and he certainly doesn't want to overstay his welcome with an entity that is a version of a Celestine. And it sounds more like an order phrased as a question. So the answer is simple.
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Or perhaps more thinking than he can supply is required. Tuuli might do well.
"What are your sister and her brother-husband's names, here?"
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"Where are they?"
And all the other people Moon mentioned. They are clearly alone here, and he's getting the distinct feeling that the door out of this place will be hard to find.
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"Yes."
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