[ Is there food? Oh, this human is something so many of them are not: she's funny. Alecto smiles, and it is a terrible thing, all teeth, like an animal marking its territory. ]
Not here.
[ Thankfully. Alecto hates food.
The child asks for permission, and that pleases Alecto. It is stronger than running away, and more respectful than merely approaching. Alecto nods, as if to beckon her closer, so that Alecto might see and know and introduce herself. ]
You are sad for me. But you do not even know why.
[ Alecto offers the child the skull. It is nice to have something to hold. ]
Shall I tell you?
[ There. Permission for permission. A debt, paid. ]
no subject
Not here.
[ Thankfully. Alecto hates food.
The child asks for permission, and that pleases Alecto. It is stronger than running away, and more respectful than merely approaching. Alecto nods, as if to beckon her closer, so that Alecto might see and know and introduce herself. ]
You are sad for me. But you do not even know why.
[ Alecto offers the child the skull. It is nice to have something to hold. ]
Shall I tell you?
[ There. Permission for permission. A debt, paid. ]