[ They're not...entirely certain that they understand everything they're being told, even after the time they've spent here. But they'll remember it regardless; it sounds important, even if they don't quite grasp its full meaning yet.
They simply nod, finding little to say in response even when their thoughts are freed to become a voice. They asked a question, and received an answer, and that seems to be the end of it.
There is a path to follow, through those scarlet flames; so they do. Wondering what will be waiting for them at the end.
Always, always wondering; always thinking about something or other. (The murmur of the Vessel's thoughts are ripples in still, dark water, the hint of some life or movement beneath the surface. A new note to accompany the sound of fire that they don't even realise they're projecting.
It is not the metaphorical gears of their father's thoughts, a finely-tuned machine bent to his will, but there is an echo of it, all the same. The Vessel's head buzzes with activity, with observations of the world around them.) ]
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They simply nod, finding little to say in response even when their thoughts are freed to become a voice. They asked a question, and received an answer, and that seems to be the end of it.
There is a path to follow, through those scarlet flames; so they do. Wondering what will be waiting for them at the end.
Always, always wondering; always thinking about something or other. (The murmur of the Vessel's thoughts are ripples in still, dark water, the hint of some life or movement beneath the surface. A new note to accompany the sound of fire that they don't even realise they're projecting.
It is not the metaphorical gears of their father's thoughts, a finely-tuned machine bent to his will, but there is an echo of it, all the same. The Vessel's head buzzes with activity, with observations of the world around them.) ]