[hmm, something that makes Alloran suspect he knows more about humans than he can consciously recall: he can interpret tone and expression to a degree. And the conversational equivalent to those chemosensitive whiskers near his hooves that help him not step in something noxious while grazing is sending a message. Being told his eyes are nice also brings a vague unease.
...but he also has this pathetic kind of eagerness in response. Like he wants someone to see him, talk to him, even if it's about basically nothing, even if it's someone telling him he's attractive. What is he, a news artist?
that might not be a bad guess, since he's keeping it out of his song.]
<I was caught in one for a time, but I'm missing a lot of that time and context. I believe... there is a supposedly mythical item called the Time Matrix which allowed ancient heroes to move through time and space. It isn't a myth and it's more powerful than assumed. I believe it can be used as described by one person with absolute focus, but when I encountered it I was one of several who tried and gave it too tangled of an image. Either it created a new reality patched together from the thoughts and memories of those who exerted their will on it, or it compressed and remade the existing one, limited by the minds of those involved.>
[yep yep yep the memory is extremely patchy but the idea that he'd wanted to use something that existentially troubling suggests some very dire circumstances.]
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...but he also has this pathetic kind of eagerness in response. Like he wants someone to see him, talk to him, even if it's about basically nothing, even if it's someone telling him he's attractive. What is he, a news artist?
that might not be a bad guess, since he's keeping it out of his song.]
<I was caught in one for a time, but I'm missing a lot of that time and context. I believe... there is a supposedly mythical item called the Time Matrix which allowed ancient heroes to move through time and space. It isn't a myth and it's more powerful than assumed. I believe it can be used as described by one person with absolute focus, but when I encountered it I was one of several who tried and gave it too tangled of an image. Either it created a new reality patched together from the thoughts and memories of those who exerted their will on it, or it compressed and remade the existing one, limited by the minds of those involved.>
[yep yep yep the memory is extremely patchy but the idea that he'd wanted to use something that existentially troubling suggests some very dire circumstances.]