There are gardens, or at least carefully arranged flowers, and Xas shows them to Thom, critiquing their care, their color choices, all with a wistful air.
Thom frowns at him, mostly ignoring the blossoms. "Are these important?"
Thom bites his lip, more out of habit than anything else. "Especially, I would imagine, in your world, where He doesn't bother to make things clear to us, as it were."
"He is hardly alone in that. But you're right, I suppose. And your belief, or rather, your ignorance has quite often paved the way for fantastical things."
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giftedthom) wrote2006-08-08 09:22 am
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Thom frowns at him, mostly ignoring the blossoms. "Are these important?"
Xas shrugs. "They were."
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He touches a flower. "We have these at home.
"Trebond, I mean."
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He huffs out a quiet laugh, fingers gently twisting away a dead blossom.
"Far darker--it's the heat, so far as I can tell. They burn."
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He plucks a live blossom, this time.
"Like as not it's dead, now. Neither demons nor angels are particularly predisposed to nuturing, for the most part. They don't understand it."
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Thom bites his lip, more out of habit than anything else. "Especially, I would imagine, in your world, where He doesn't bother to make things clear to us, as it were."
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"He is hardly alone in that. But you're right, I suppose. And your belief, or rather, your ignorance has quite often paved the way for fantastical things."
Like telescopes.
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Xas bites his lip, fidgeting.
"He is a great one for experiments."
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He laughs slightly, bracing one hand against the wall.
"I don't quite know how many of them believe what they are saying."
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