oh no, those gypsies probably got knives.

N/A · 09-19-2014, 05:47 PM

The young woman would give a small nod. Though his words gave no answer, they gave her something far better. "Such an honest answer you give me, Prophet. That in itself is better than explanation of prophecy. There have been others I've met that I would be one to wonder, but that..." She would dip her head. "Is the kind of answer a true prophet would give." So odd was their meeting, yet, it brought Pamela a sort of fascination speaking with this avian. His gods spoke through him, gave their word. He too would speak again, and her smile would slowly fade.

A slow, solemn, understanding nod was given. "Such truth, Prophet. Such truth. Perhaps I bear but one of these signs of downfall by your god Gylton. I know not more of you, prophet, than simply that you are an avian, a being of the air. I see, yet my eyes are blind. I hear, yet I am also deaf. By the will of the gods it would seem.... I can not tell difference between individuals. Not even my family or myself... but these main senses. A form of punishment? Perhaps. But only the gods can truly say if that claim is true." Pamela would dip her head.

"My apologies again, Prophet, for now I ramble. If I may bear the honor of hearing your name, or even if not, I wish to at the very least give you mine; Pamela Arrow." She would lift her head again, gaze settling on the figure.

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