[The lines around his feathered brow deepen, a sparking moment of confusion that can be seen in his face. But somehow, for some reason, there's the deep and sudden feeling in him that she's telling the truth, or believes herself to be. He gets the sense of it, as natural as sight, or scent.
Interesting.]
Well I...I suppose that's no more outlandish than any number of other things I've encountered.
[It's no weirder than those years of missing memories, than a Count burnt alive in his bed, a Count who came back from the dead. Strange rituals to merge two worlds together, spells that could break reality apart-- no. Shared dreaming, compared to that...it sounds quite plausible.]
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[The lines around his feathered brow deepen, a sparking moment of confusion that can be seen in his face. But somehow, for some reason, there's the deep and sudden feeling in him that she's telling the truth, or believes herself to be. He gets the sense of it, as natural as sight, or scent.
Interesting.]
Well I...I suppose that's no more outlandish than any number of other things I've encountered.
[It's no weirder than those years of missing memories, than a Count burnt alive in his bed, a Count who came back from the dead. Strange rituals to merge two worlds together, spells that could break reality apart-- no. Shared dreaming, compared to that...it sounds quite plausible.]