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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:12 pm
"You know more in death than I, I know this. I know of life and death but -- you are devoted to death, that is clear. And I want to see and hear more of it. Of what you know." She smiled, "We meet in dreams and beyond that. There is something to that."
The water from above then started to merely trickle, the land calm.
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Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2015 3:15 pm
He did pause, then, turning slowly to face her again, his expression stern but thoughtful. She did acknowledge him - in his knowledge, in that he could teach her - and she was eager to learn. Was the MotherFather pushing them together for this? Was this some sort of lesson he needed to learn?
Could he mentor her, the way he was once mentored?
Grave frowned, indecisive. If he could teach one...and if she could teach one...that was how beliefs spread, wasn't it? That was how knowledge was shared. He accused so many of ignorance, but he never tried to fix it. Could he do that, now...?
Drawing in a breath, the buck said--
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