Rho

He only comes here out of fascination; whether that be for the advice given, or the manner of which it's spoken, he's never bothered to contemplate. Still swirling with senses and emotions given focus and words, it might very well be beyond his capabilities. But he knew, as he gazed; the tapping of the gleaming claws against one another, the opened, unhinged jaw that he's seen snakes perform, only this time in manner of a grin, the eager little twirls and loops that the spiral twists itself in to, all means that it's satisfied with some thing or another. And with satisfaction comes words, patience, and perhaps wisdom.

Their combined lights are enough to see by, and the skydancer struggles to wait as the spiral, Yuren, finishes its dance and organizes its light-bound scrolls into an order, simply for the joy of it. At last, when Yuren's actions start to slow and it gains some composure, it hums happily. "Knowledge lost, but where, you know? A place where none ever go."

He knows the part he has to play, and responds in turn. "Perhaps a place deep in snow-"

"Oh no!"

He frowned at that, racking his brain quickly, for if the rhythm is lost, this will go no further. "A place where words and wind can flow-"

"'Tis not a place where trees can grow, nor for seeds to sow!"

"Where the water dragons have had their woe?" Something about their deity going missing.

"It can't be so, His children dived deep but it's there they forgo. Other waters shine indigo, and it's there that's yet in shadow."

He's nonplussed. The ocean beyond the land of Sornieth he's heard about and seen, but it holds nothing that interests him. "Is it knowledge lost that was never known?" A risk, to start anew, but lacking any further direction from Yuren, this is the best he's got--and he's rewarded with yet another gaping maw, but he interprets this as silent laughter, as the spiral again weaves itself into knots.

"Known nor grown, seeds never sown! Yet a liar I'd be; for words are not shown. Words best thought on, alone." Yuren taps their skull with a dainty claw before skipping and twirling off, humming nonsense to themself in a happy way.












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5kg + 2750g = 7750g

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