[And Illarion laughs in his turn, finding this a very fine joke indeed.] One or two on first meeting, though one was a hate-name for a reputation years in making. The others, mm, months before they bothered to call me anything.
[In this moment, it is a boon to really, truly feel nothing whatsoever for how he'd been treated among the Unearthed. It could all be anecdote invested with little more than morbid humor.]
Ah? Well-observed. [Not a surprising question except in its delay, though Illarion suspects it comes on the back of an observation made far prior to this convenient conversational turn.] Yes. I am seeing nothing of the world, myself. Though, I have gained help in this thing since coming to Trench.
[So-invoked, his Omen wisps into being--a strange and pleasing cross of bird and moth that perches on his shoulder with six little clawed feet and turns faceted red eyes on the bottle Lazarus is holding.] Before this? Scent and sound, and currents of the air. My people--we long ago lost our wings, but not all sense that came with flying.
[A partial answer, and not all out of old habits of secrecy; he's still not sure how to correctly name that sense that isn't ((touch)) or ((smell)) or ((taste)).]
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[In this moment, it is a boon to really, truly feel nothing whatsoever for how he'd been treated among the Unearthed. It could all be anecdote invested with little more than morbid humor.]
Ah? Well-observed. [Not a surprising question except in its delay, though Illarion suspects it comes on the back of an observation made far prior to this convenient conversational turn.] Yes. I am seeing nothing of the world, myself. Though, I have gained help in this thing since coming to Trench.
[So-invoked, his Omen wisps into being--a strange and pleasing cross of bird and moth that perches on his shoulder with six little clawed feet and turns faceted red eyes on the bottle Lazarus is holding.] Before this? Scent and sound, and currents of the air. My people--we long ago lost our wings, but not all sense that came with flying.
[A partial answer, and not all out of old habits of secrecy; he's still not sure how to correctly name that sense that isn't ((touch)) or ((smell)) or ((taste)).]