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Charles did not move or speak during this story, his gaze intense and yet at the same time, almost childlike. It was like just that - listening to a story being told from a children's picture book. Something out of legend or movie or book instead of the reality of someone else's existence. His hands came up, folding under his chin, as he imagined what this tree must look like - in his mind, it was as large as a great oak, smooth, a pale off white, spreading out to a glorious field of those same dark purple leaves as Aurus' hair or perhaps the brilliant blue of his skin.
A centaur! That explained the equine sound he had picked up in Aurus' mind. At least that was something familiar to him, to some degree, from stories. People hurt by war often wanted to either find revenge or find peace, and it sounded like these two had chosen the later. A species born of a tree, intelligent fruit that came to bear when the time was right. It was utterly fascinating to him!
"What a site that must have been, when the Firstborn came to be, for those there to experience it when they were 'born'." Like finding an alien, he briefly mused, then decided it would have been much less... screaming involved, or at least he hoped in that place of peace. "So this journey... does your knowledge pass to the Dream as you journey, or will it only pass on when you do as well?" There was nothing at all like this that he had ever heard of (before the internet was a thing) that would match something like this, but it was somehow easy to imagine. A vast Network, like roots, somehow connecting the entire race.
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Charles did not move or speak during this story, his gaze intense and yet at the same time, almost childlike. It was like just that - listening to a story being told from a children's picture book. Something out of legend or movie or book instead of the reality of someone else's existence. His hands came up, folding under his chin, as he imagined what this tree must look like - in his mind, it was as large as a great oak, smooth, a pale off white, spreading out to a glorious field of those same dark purple leaves as Aurus' hair or perhaps the brilliant blue of his skin.
A centaur! That explained the equine sound he had picked up in Aurus' mind. At least that was something familiar to him, to some degree, from stories. People hurt by war often wanted to either find revenge or find peace, and it sounded like these two had chosen the later. A species born of a tree, intelligent fruit that came to bear when the time was right. It was utterly fascinating to him!
"What a site that must have been, when the Firstborn came to be, for those there to experience it when they were 'born'." Like finding an alien, he briefly mused, then decided it would have been much less... screaming involved, or at least he hoped in that place of peace. "So this journey... does your knowledge pass to the Dream as you journey, or will it only pass on when you do as well?" There was nothing at all like this that he had ever heard of (before the internet was a thing) that would match something like this, but it was somehow easy to imagine. A vast Network, like roots, somehow connecting the entire race.