Conversation Space: The Ultimate

[powersthatbe]

You feel as if you've stepped through a door.

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[powersthatare]

"I'm not unappreciative," she acknowledges. "But your discovery is unlikely to change our aims, or our relationship."

[thornsofmalkav]

"Even if we can establish ourselves as the Minor Arcana," Thorne translates, "you're still going to see us as pieces and keep playing. So there's really nothing we can do about that?"

[powersthatare]

"I'm not one to say 'nothing' casually," she says, sounding critical. "Say instead, that alone is not enough, and what could make your effort transcend the game is a mystery... even to me."

[thornsofmalkav]

Thorne nods, her cheeks warm with embarrassment. "Sorry. I shouldn't give up that easily."

She looks down at her cup. "Can I still ask for new riddles, Shekinah?"

[powersthatare]

"Could I stop you?" There's a fondness in her voice as she asks the question.

[thornsofmalkav]

Thorne laughs softly. "Probably not," she admits.

(It cheers her more than it probably should to hear fondness in her patron's voice.)

[powersthatare]

"Then I will ask you this: how many games do mortals play?" her ears flap once, smugly. "Call for me, when you think you have an answer."

[thornsofmalkav]

"... oh man," Thorne says. "I'm not sure where to start answering that question. Do you mean individual games? Types of games? Mind games? Pretend games? Sports? Just how strictly are games being defined? The answer is quite possibly way too many to reasonably count."

[powersthatare]

"That is not the answer," she says, kindly. "But perhaps it is the start of it. You may have time to consider - as much time as is available to you."

[thornsofmalkav]

Thorne nods. "Am I-- am I being dismissed?" She sounds wistful. She doesn't want to go.